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A Likely Story

So we’re at Mark’s Cub Scout meeting and he decides he needs to use the bathroom.  But he ALSO wants to get back to the meeting, because fun things are happening.

Which is why I was suspicious when he reappeared so quickly after the pee-noises stopped.

Me:  “Did you wash your hands?”

Mark:  “Ummm…I was just checking that there wasn’t a zombie out here.  They come out when it gets dark, you know.”

Me:  “Hands!”

He goes back into the bathroom, but apparently he feels the need to bolster this cover story, because I get an earful about zombies all the way home.

Mark:  “You have to wear long pants around zombies.  They try to bite your legs if you’re wearing shorts.  Twilight zombies are bad.  They come out when the sun goes down.  Like I told you.  But Red Lava Zombies are the worst.  They’re smart.  They’ still have HALF A BRAIN.”

Me:  “Where have you been learning about zombies?”

Mark (with that DUH tone):  “When I encounter them.”

Camping

So Mark’s been obsessed with the idea of being a Cub Scout for a year now.  No clue why.  He’s not old enough to remember Paul’s time as a Boy Scout, I don’t think.  Maybe one of the other kids in the neighborhood’s been filling his ear with the Wonders of Boy Scouting.  I don’t know.

This last weekend was the first camping trip. It was family camping, so Kate came too.  All in all, given the number of years it’d been since I’d camped, it went fairly well.  Well enough.  It turned out good in the end.

It became obvious when we set up the tent that Paul hadn’t put it away properly last time.  When we unfolded it, it smelled like something had died in there.  EXACTLY like decaying mouse, actually, a stench I know well thanks to our household felines.  I’m hoping it’s just a smell caused by the tent not being completely dry when put away.  But if there WAS a dead mouse in there it did me the eternal favor of either staying hidden or flinging its little corpse away when we were setting the tent up.  I have a serious paranoia about things getting stuck in my hair, and kept waking up, inhaling the stench, and hoping I wasn’t going to find a rotting mousy body in my braid in the morning.

That recurring nightmare alternated with waking up to trains, coyotes, and worries about freezing to death.  I think a train went by every hour.

Me (hearing train):  “Oh my god!  How CLOSE are those tracks?  Are Mark and Kate still here?  Can’t left them go to the bathroom alone.  What #%* put a campground this close to railroad tracks?”

Coyotes took turns with the trains.  I grew up on a farm, used to hearing coyotes, so the possibilities took a little longer to sink in.

Me (after several minutes of howling):  “Wait…that’s coyotes.  Wait…we’re OUTSIDE.  Are Mark and Kate still here?  Can’t left them go to the bathroom alone!  Will coyotes come near a campground??”

Then it got much, much colder that night than the forecast had called for.  Lying bastards.  51 degrees, they said.  It had to be in the lower 40s or upper 30s.  Kate and I were both in sleeping bags rated to 40 degrees.

Kate:  “Are you cold?”

Me:  “Yeah.  Cuddle close.  We’ll keep each other warm.”

Mark (in the only 30 degree sleeping bag):  “Snnnrkkk!”

By morning Kate and I were so close another two people could’ve fit in our four person tent with laughable ease.

 

5 AM:

Kate:  “I need to go to the bathroom.”

Me (forgetting trains and coyotes in my hypothermic sleep-deprivation):  “Here’s a flashlight.”

Later that morning the pack went on a hike.  A mile long hike.  Half a mile down the C&O trail, half a mile back.

Kate:  “My feet hurt.”

Me:  “After such a little hike?”

Kate:  “You call a 113 mile hike LITTLE?”

Turns out we’d just passed the mile marker for the trail…which runs from Georgetown to Cumberland.

 

After the hike…

Me:  “Time to go explore Fort Frederick!”

The campground was in Fort Frederick state park.

Mark and Kate:  “Noooo….why would we want to go see an old fort?  Let’s go home and play the computer.”

Me:  “This fort’s 256 years old.  This is the closest to medieval we get in the US.  I’m not leaving until I see the fort.  Move it.”

 

TWO HOURS LATER…

Me:  “Kids, we REALLY have to go home.”

Mark and Kate:  “Ahhh.  Why?”

What happened was, there were 3 reenactors at the fort to pelt with questions and coax to FIRE MUSKETS.

Me (as we go to the car):  “Ya know, Mark, you had a really good time at the fort for someone who didn’t even want to go.”

Mark:  “I didn’t say that.”

Me:  “Yeah, you did.”

Mark:  “You must be imagining things.”

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