Late October the girls gathered at the campground beside the stream at the far south edge of the Martin farm.
It was nearly midnight as the thunder echoed through the valley from a nearby storm. The horses in the corral watched the lightning flash in the western sky, their ears rotating scanning the woods like Doppler radar.
Megan, May and Rena worked to set up one of the tents but before they could get it up the wind would blow it back down again. Brianna and Chloe worked to start a fire with the wet wood, but it would not light.
Finally the threesome managed to get one tent erected. A moment later they turned to see Brianna and Chloe standing behind Megan with two forked sticks with wieners on them. Rena and May took a step back from Megan then looked at the pile of fire wood.
Slowly Megan turned to face Brianna and Chloe. Rena tried to hold back a giggle as May shook her head.
“Are you trying to tell me something?” Megan asked.
10 minutes later the girls were seated on the rocks around the warm camp fire. Rena and May roasting their hot dogs over the open fire, Chloe and Brianna roasting their hot dogs over Ember.
“Thanks Megan, I mean…” Chloe stammered.
“I know what you mean.” Ember responded. “You know I fixed the fire.”
“Yeah, but how many people can say they roasted a hot dog over a flaming angel?” Brianna smiled. “This is going to be so good.”
“That’s what I call roughing it.” Rena smiled shaking her head.
May nodded. “This one is definitely going in the scrap book.”
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