Of all the weeks we could have chosen, this was the week we decided to go camping. It was the wettest, rainiest week of the summer. Every time we went to the lake it would downpour. Each time I’d sit out by the pool, I’d have to return to my tent because of the rain. It was dark and dreary, but I was determined I was not going home before the week was done. One day after lunch, we took a ride around the countryside and visited a nearby town and watched a movie. Upon returning to the driveway of our campsite, we came to a hill and I screamed to my husband…