For Spring Break, we decided to join my brother and his kids to go camping in Red Rock, NV. His kids have never been camping before (unless you count camping in my sister's backyard). We took my brother on a backpacking trip many years ago. That was his first time camping.
We started off Monday morning and arrived in time for a late lunch in Red Rock. It was pretty crowded and super windy...it did not bode well for us.
We had lunch at the look out and proceeded to go find a suitable campsite for all of us. It took us a few tries but eventually settled on an area that we thought might work out. We were then free to get out and stretch. We went for a hike and came back with just enough light to have our dinner and set up our tents. The wind never stopped and really only got worse. The wind chill really added to the misery of it all.
My brother borrowed a tent from my sister. It was not very durable and was bending in the wind. In the end, I don't think that it is good for anything except camping out in the backyard or in some other very mild and controlled environment.
We actually got a new tent as well. A few weeks back, the kids were airing out the tent in the driveway after one of our other trips so that we can clean it out and put it away properly, when a gust of wind came through and it must have pulled the tent out into the street. We were in the backyard celebrating Emily's birthday. We went out at some point in the afternoon to find our tent at our doorstep crumpled in an odd angle. Apparently, some idiot ran it over, broke a tent pole and dragged it on the asphalt enough to tear a hole through the rain fly as well as the tent itself. We live in a little cul-de-sac. We don't get a lot of traffic and you can't go very fast. It would be easy to drive around the tent if it got pulled into the middle of the street. Someone also knew that it was ours as they bothered to drag it back up to our doorstep. We were pretty upset about the whole thing and have a sneaking suspicion that it was our mail man since we heard him go by a little before. We felt bad that we didn't have the kids stake down the tent or something to prevent it from getting dragged out into the street, but regardless, I think that any accident and resulting damage could have been easily avoided...had they tried.
But I digress, our new tent seemed to hold up to the elements a bit better. We got a pretty good deal on the tent so we were pleasantly pleased with it. During the night, it started to rain. It rained pretty good for a good hour or more. The only time the wind stopped blowing seemed to be when it rained and as soon as it stopped raining, the wind kicked right back up. We were a bit worried about how my brother was doing in his tent. We were not actually next to him as we decided that camping in the wash would give us a little more protection from the wind (although, if it rained too much, we would have had to make a hasty retreat). My brother and his kids were cold and tired and wanted to just park next to the car. We angled the cars to give him as much protection as we could manage. Apparently, it didn't work out too well. They woke up before midnight with dust and sand blowing in their faces and the tent flopping all over the place. They eventually retreated back into their vehicle for the rest of the night as the elements proved a bit much for them and their tent.
When it was light out, we packed up to go back to our car and check up on my brother and his kids.

It was a beautiful morning, although, still extremely windy. We took some pictures and had breakfast while Christian set up his Go Pro for some time lapse pictures of the clouds going by. At some point, we were in our car and we were looking over at my brother's tent. It was really flopping all over the place and we figured that we should just help him take it down because we didn't think that it would last much longer in the wind. He still had a bunch of their stuff in the tent, including a big air mattress. When we looked over, we saw that Christian's Go Pro and tripod had also gotten blown over. He went to retrieve his camera, came back to take a picture before starting to take down the tent when the tent pole snapped all of a sudden. So much for our plan to save then tent. We still took down the rest of the poles so that it wouldn't blow around so much. My brother managed to get a little sleep (a very little) and came out to help pack up the stuff.
Afterwards, Christian and I went down to take down our tent as well. We had packed up all the stuff in it earlier. As we were taking the stakes out, a gust of wind came through and almost pulled the tent out of our hands. It would have flown halfway down the valley if we had not caught it.
After all was cleaned up and packed up, we headed into the Red Rock visitor center to get maps of the trail and start our day. We headed out to Calico Hills to start our hike.
It was pretty neat but I think my brother was a bit overwhelmed as we did not stick to the easy tourists' hiking trail, but headed up the hill itself. We didn't do any real rock climbing but the height combined with the exposure is not easy to get used to. His daughter seemed to fit right in with us. I think she enjoyed the climb a great deal.
We had lunch at the top of Calico Rocks. As usual, it was a bit windy. Fortunately, Christian found a nice spot on top where we didn't get much wind and was able to soak in some of the warm sun while we rested and got something to eat.
We hiked back down and found some neat climbing routes we wanted to try the next day. We then went to the Willow Springs Picnic area to explore a little more and have a snack. My brother's knee was giving him trouble so we knew that he wouldn't want to do any more hiking.
Christian set up and anchor at the top of a rock near the parking lot and we played around on it for the rest of the day.
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We did some rappelling. The kids and Christian practiced ascending up the rope with some aid climbing gear. My brother, his daughter and I climbed up for the rappel as ascending with the rope was a little more than we wanted to try.
The sun was going down fast. We had our dinner on a shelf of rock before parting ways. Because my brother's tent was broken, he went into Las Vegas for a hotel for him and the kids. We headed back out to our campsite. We arrived without any problems to set up camp in the dark...only to find that our tent pole had also broken in that last gust of wind. It was our first time using the tent. Ours did not snap as his did but split down one of the sides. It would not take much wind to rip it apart. It was still blowing out. We decided to just cut our losses and go home.
We went to gas up while driving through Las Vegas and got a hold of my brother to let him know what we planned to do. He tried to convince us to stay at the hotel as well, but we were more comfortable just going home. We actually considered getting some duct tape to hold our tent pole together and stay, but while we were at the gas station, we saw that there was a 50 percent chance of rain for the next day and finally gave up. Emily started showing signs of being sick that first morning and it was only getting worse. It didn't help that Emily actually forgot her jacket at home. All she had with her was her shell. She had her jacket on in the morning before leaving but when her cousins arrived, she threw the jacket off to play with them and forgot it...not for the first time, by the way.
Christian and I took turns driving home and finally made it back at 2:am.