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Stormy Night in Oregon Inlet At just nine years of age, I had so many thoughts were following the pursuit of the adrenaline rushing through my mind. Lightning flashed just before thunder crackled in the cloudy sky. Cold drops of rain danced through the darkness, as if in a hurry to meet the ground. My feet splashed through ankle-deep puddles of mud and rain as I rushed to find shelter, the only important thing to me at that very moment in time.
Three days earlier, my Girl Scout troop and I prepared for what would be the most memorable of all camping trips. Camping along the shoreline of Oregon Inlet, North Carolina would be an opportune place to make lasting memories and have an overall fantastic experience. Supplies for s’mores were bought, campfire dishes were packed, and all that was left to do was load our personal belongings into our troop leader’s green minivan. We could hardly contain our excitement. Little did we know, the weather forecast that weekend was calling for severe thunderstorms. Packed and ready to go, we began the two-hour drive to Oregon Inlet in nearby North Carolina. As we drew closer to our destination, we began to notice more and more gray clouds appearing in the sky. Hopeful, we shrugged them off as little rain clouds that would soon pass over; nothing would ruin our overnight camping trip. Shortly after our arrival, we pitched our three tents with a breath-taking view of the ocean just to our right. Once the tents were set up, we prepared the fire pit to cook our dinner. As we excitedly began to roast hot dogs over an open fire, rain began to sprinkle down. As we became discouraged, our troop leader told us that we could still cook dinner, in spite of the sprinkling rain. The minute she said this; however, rain began to pour down as if someone turned on a faucet in the sky. Quickly, we put out the fire and rushed into our tents.
Soon, we noticed many different troops leaving. We asked our troop leader if we could leave, but she told