Camp Harrison Lake
Wetness. Water. Oh, and some sun.
The excitement in my three-year-old son's eyes was unmistakable whenever the idea of camping at Harrison Lake came up. He had this unwavering enthusiasm for it, a kind of zest that only a child could possess. So, yielding to his unspoken wishes, we decided to embark on this adventure.
The weather, however, had plans of its own. As soon as we set out, the skies opened up, pouring down relentless rain. It wasn't just a drizzle but a torrential downpour, the kind that makes you question your decisions. Despite this, we persevered, our jeep trudging through an astonishing four feet of water. It was a challenging drive, but the reward was a picturesque spot right on the edge of Harrison Lake, a sight so serene that it made every struggle worth it.
Under the protective cover of our awning, we had our dinner. It was a simple meal, made extraordinary by the circumstances. As we ate, the sky lit up with fireworks, their bright colors reflecting off the lake's surface and the wet hood of the jeep - creating a spectacle of light and water. The sound of the fireworks mingled with the rain, creating a symphony of nature and celebration.
The day's excitement soon gave way to fatigue, and we decided to call it a night. The sound of raindrops pattering against the tent was a soothing lullaby, lulling us into a peaceful slumber. When we awoke, the world had transformed. The rain had ceased, and in its place was a magnificent sun, casting its golden rays over the lake, promising a day of new adventures and cherished memories at Harrison Lake.