We got to the campsite late and had to set everything up in a hurry… and in the dark. Then, around 1 a.m., a major thunderstorm rolled over and all I could do was laugh and laugh and laugh.
I woke up with the baby around 6 a.m, and everyone was still sleeping and snoring. Meanwhile, I had the baby, church bells, and the sound of an occasional barge floating past us on the Mosel. Life is good…and damp.
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