|The new world of tent camping: A wide screen projection TV shown against a tarp.|
Winds pick up, and within minutes, hail the size of marbles begin pelting the campground. I quickly drop the canvas awning down as far as possible, not enough time to put it away properly, and make sure we can still open the camper door. The group next to us is up making breakfast when the hail hits, and they immediately run under a canvas shelter that doesn't look like it will offer much protection. But everything holds up, and within a few minutes, the hail turns to rain. They begin breaking camp, they have had enough. They clean up all the sites and are gone in half an hour. Ilse and I are happy, we know Sunday night is traditionally the quietest night of the week at a campground. Aah, the weekend is over, our peace and quiet will soon be here!
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