Arizona, you sure do know how to ruin a good time...

So, Matt has the week off--Sorta as an Army mandated last hoorah before deployment. I took a few days off as well, and we decided to go camping. We haven't been camping all summer, so you can imagine we were really excited to go and be able to spend more that just one night on Mt. Lemmon. So we get all our gear together, and, like always, end up having to stop at Target on our way out there because I just remembered that I have forgotten 1) the skillet 2) the spatula. I forget these items every time we go camping, so now I have 4 designated camping skillets and spatulas. We make it to the Spencer Canyon, find our old spot, pay the $8 non-refundable picnicking fee, thinking that if we get rained out, we wont be loosing the $17 non-refundable camping fee. Sure enough, as soon as the money was deep down in the non-refundable pay station, it starts to POUR! Not just buckets of rain, but buckets of hail too. I mean come on Arizona, you don't rain for two years, and it just so happens the one day we want to go camping you let loose torrential rains and flash flooding. We try to wait it out, but then comes the thunder and lightning and rivers of rain running through our potential tenting area. How miserable. We soon enough give up and head down the mountain. Just as we are about to leave the park, we spot a picnic area with a pavilion. I am bound and determined to have fun, so I make Matt pull over so we can grill our burgers on that stupid brand new skillet I just bought. What we did not anticipate were the bugs--swarms of bugs, colonies of tiny little bugs congregating on the bottle of OFF! Come on, Arizona, you are famous for your no-mosquito policy--Why do you hate us? So we ate our delicious burgers with one hand and packed everything up with the other. Never have two people picnicked in such record-breaking time. And that was our adventures in camping. Arizona, you sure do know how to ruin a good time!