Sleep is overrated. Let's go camping! Part 2

Saturday morning, we left Yuba and set off on our pilgrimage to Palisade Lake. We only got lost once. Palisade Lake was actually quite enjoyable. We met our friends, Joe and Jeri and their two munchkins at the lake. We swam, canoed, rode bikes and paddle boated about in a paddle boat with feeble steering. No one got any Quagga mussels attached to them. Joe and his kids even caught a few fish.
After engaging in so many rigorous activities we fabbed up some dutch oven spare ribs, cobbler and made some real man fried potatoes in order to nourish ourselves. The kids play so hard, they exhausted themselves and were both asleep in the tent by shortly after nine. Chrissy and I decided to make a run to the restroom before climbing into bed ourselves. This proved to be an unwise decision.
While in the restroom the wind picked up and flipped our tent upside-down, with the munchkins still inside. Jeri and Joe heard Lily screaming and rescued her from the wreckage. When we returned, they asked if we had Calvin with us since they couldn't find him in the tent. I dove into the tent in search of Calvin only to find him peacefully sleeping under a pile of backpacks, clothes and sleeping bags.
We staked the tent down again and climbed inside, except Lily, who wanted nothing to do with our tent. She and Chrissy hung out in Jeri's tent until they heard both of our tent poles snap (and of course we decided to take the scout tent instead of our own this weekend). At this point the wind was still quite ferocious, so Chrissy convinced me that we should take the tent down and sleep in the truck. We stuck Calvin in Jeri's tent and he slept next to Parker. It was quite hilarious that Calvin never once awoke from his slumber while all of this was happening. Chrissy, Lily and I spent the next six hours in the truck until I couldn't stand it any longer. About five AM, I set the tent back up, broken poles and all, and tried to get a couple hours of decent sleep. I think the freak windstorm was punishment for all of us who were not at home spiritually preparing ourselves for the Oquirrh Mountain Temple dedication, but that's just my opinion. Chrissy doesn't think this is so because we did make it back to her parents house in time for the dedication. By the end of the weekend we only accomplished to get a couple hours of sleep and I had to go work a graveyard shift Sunday night.