John and I made drove up to the campsite at French Creek State Park and set up our tent. Kevin and Lorna for a bit behind us so we decided to meet at the rocks, at an old quarry about 10-15 minutes away. We had a bit of trouble finding the path because we were going off weird directions, but we made it! We wandered down the road a ways and found a real quarry - probably not the place you should rock climb.
It started to drizzle while we were waiting on Kevin and Lorna, but it stopped after a few minutes. Kevin, Lorna, and John climbed 2 really easy climbs so that Lorna could have some good practice at lead climbing. Then we hiked to a different area to try some harder stuff.
And then there was thunder. And the sky started to darken. And it was clear it was going to start pouring. But someone had to finish a climb.
And really, it was a good hike back to the car so at some point we realized we were going to get wet no matter what. So John climbed until the rain started. And when it did, we were instantly wet. We hiked back up some rock stairs to the main path, and took the long wet trudge to the cars. Everyone was soaked to the bone. So much rain!
When we got back to the campsite we somehow managed to get a fire going. We burned one of John's old computer science books, 10 years outdated, with little twigs. That burned enough to dry out some bigger logs. I was quite proud of that fire.
Also, John did an anti-rain dance while wearing the world's cheapest poncho. This is why I love him.
We manged to have enough of a break in the rain to eat, but soon we all ended up in the tents. It kept raining so there was no climbing, hiking, or canoeing (the park had nice lakes) the next day, as we had wanted.
But we're going back next weekend to try again!
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