Having endured almost 24 hours of rain, and needing still to dry our camping gear, I promised Brenna we wouldn’t set up camp in the rain. At the time, skies above Radium were clear and it seemed a commitment unlikely to come due. But now rain has caught up to us.
I am torn but I can’t renege on that promise so with great reluctance I tell Jeremy and Joel that Brenna and I are going to look for a hotel room for the night. I hope they’ll consider the same, so we can spend the evening together, but they’re understandably committed to camping.
I hand them the printed sheet with our campsite reservation, about a thirty minute ride away, and we part ways.
I expect the rain will have caused some to cancel their plans and with so many motels in town, I believe we’ll quickly find a room. But I’m wrong. Daylight fades and we’re pelted by rain while making our way all over town, checking at one front desk after another (almost none have outdoor “vacancy” signs).
Lightning cracks the dark sky all across the valley spread before us as we head south out of town in a final effort to see if there’s a motel this way we’ve overlooked.
“I don’t like this,” Brenna announces in the intercom.