Nothing Is Really Perfect

We had the perfect spot, at the tip of the campground with water on three sides and a direct view of the Tucker Tower across from us.  Sunset provided the perfect lighting for photos but then the full moon began to rise across the water, creating a postcard perfect scene.  After dinner and a bonfire, we enjoyed the cool weather cuddled together in the tent.  The next morning while we were out in Lake Murphy Park, the winds began to rise.  We came back to find half the tent down and the rest billowing like a parachute.  Although we tried to tie things down, we reluctantly determined we would have to move from our perfect point to a less exposed camp site around the corner.  The very aspects that made our original site so attractive became its greatest liability in the strong winds and stronger gusts.  Still, we are grateful we had that one perfect night.  Check out the photo below!