The weatherman called for rain and thunderstorms over the night and next day. Our camp would become a muddy mess if you recall the photo of Beans and my footprints outside the door. Since we were to be moving the next day I thought it best to move out a day early just down the road a bit to more solid ground.
It never rained. Not even a drop. Being a weatherman is the only job I know where you can be wrong at what you do and not lose your job for it. In fact you still get paid for being wrong.