Big Trinity Lake
The evening and night are colder than the four ladies expected. I hear about it more than once. Jessica and I decide to have Adalynn sleep with us in our double-wide sleeping bag to ensure she stays warm.
It is an awful experience. Like a dark, inverted fairy tale, Adalynn becomes a frog in her sleep, constantly kick, kick, kicking her way out of the bag. It’s near freezing. We can’t let her stay out there so Jessica and I grab her legs and slide her back in between us roughly a million times throughout the night.