The Campout-Part III

We pulled on our ponchos and understood why dad had looked so worried. The park ranger had said the storm would be on top of groups A and B. We had gone farther then we had realized and had traveled straight into the storm! We decided that the best thing to do would be to go back. So we turned around and headed back into the woods. It turned out going through the woods is much harder in a rainstorm than in the sun. We didn’t know if we would be able to find our way back. Soon we thought we had gotten lost and we were trying to figure out what to do when I spotted a granola bar wrapper on the ground. It was from my brother’s snack, and he had left it on the ground. Well, at least we knew we were going the right way.
Once we finally got back to the campsite the rain had stopped and we looked like we had gone swimming in our clothes! It was time for dinner so we started a campfire and my mom cooked a delicious soup over the fire, which I enjoyed eating with warm clothes on and a blanket around my shoulders.
That night, as we sat around the fire talking about the adventure we had that day I gazed up at the smoke rising into the dark, night sky and felt the heat of the fire on my face and I wondered what would happen the next day.