And so we headed south. We had gear in the back of the station wagon. We had a load strapped on the car rack. And we had two dogs excited to be going along.
A week ago would have been better for this. In was cool then in comparison to these 100 degree days. But we had reservations, so we headed south in the heat to Palmetto State Park.
As we passed thru Lockhart, the skies darkened. In the southwest the clounds were streaming rain, turning the black sky white. In the southeast menacing teeth dipped below the cloud ceiling, threatening wind and rain. But our route was taking us between the two, and we hoped that the campground might not be drenched.
But just outside of Luling the road turned to the east, taking us directly into the blackest of the black.
The rain came sometimes in torrents sometimes drizzle, and there were places where it had clearly not rained at all. As it turned out, the park we dry when we got there, although we eyed the sky nervously and set up our tent quickly, hoping to beat the rain—rain that never came.
The clouds parted. The sky turned blue. And the sun came out. Not only did we beat the rain, but the rest of the afternoon and evening were cool, with temperatures dipping into the upper-80s. Ah yes. The upper-80s. Perfect weather for camping.