Chillin’ in the trailer
June 05, 2009
It was a girls’ night in the camper last night.
My 7-year-old Sidney stayed overnight with me in the camper, as did my coworker, Whitney McHugh and her daughter, Avery, who is 6. It was a girls’ sleep-over and we have the naked Barbies to prove it.
This, however, is no “Let’s do our hair and makeup” sleep-over, but a “My socks are wet and I can’t get a brush through my hair, I feel like I have a hangover” sleep-over.
After unwittingly rockin’ in my semi-conscious sleep state to the sounds of Galactic from the nearby Alternative Stage, Sid and I slept HARD, as the old folks say. I heard the rain through the night; the thunder roused me once and the lightening lit up the campgrounds—- talk about good sleeping weather.
Because my husband, Mark, is former National Guard and I tend to adopt the habits of those around me, I was up before 6 a.m. I grabbed a Java Monster from the fridge and sat outside in my pajamas. A light rain was falling. I actually had to get up and get a jacket, it was surprisingly cool.
As I sat there with my chair turned to the north, I couldn’t help but think what a beautiful place this is. Lots of rolling hills, natural amphi-theatres, and trees. It is beautiful.
My step-son—who is known by the very appropriate nickname “Pork Chop”—brought the largest cooler I have ever seen in my life over to the Dothan Eagle campsite. Somewhere in the depths is a Gatorade. The girls fished around for about an hour and we almost lost one of them, the water and ice is so deep. OK, no exaggeration—this cooler could hold the body of a 270-pound man.
Oh, honey, not that I was looking for a way to dispose of you… I mean, there is no 270-pound man I am trying to dispose of. Uh, there is no body.
As nerves get tested in cramped quarters, the husband wisely drove home to Dothan last night. And that is all I’ve got to say about that.
The girls, who are running around as if they have both consumed mass quantities of sugar this morning, are awaiting the next adventure. Avery and Whitney are heading back to Dothan this morning to the paper, and Sidney and I are gonna venture out to the campgrounds later. (Maybe we can find a hot breakfast among the campers!)
OK, I am diving back in on a Gatorade search and rescue.
Later.
