They were the two “older girls” of the ripe old ages of 11 and 14. But their status as elder had earned them a tent of their own, while the younger girls had to sleep in the overhead compartment of the camper atop the back of the truck. They were grateful for the space to stretch out, even if it did require gymnastics to arrange their bedding “just so.”
Lynne was fully awake now, and wiggling out of her sleeping bag. Myrna was quick behind her. “What do you think is going on?” Lynne hissed. For some reason, they both felt their presence should remain unknown for the moment. They crawled to the door of the tent, and Myrna started to unzip the entry.
Lynne stopped her hand, “Wait! Check to make sure there’s no skunks’ rolling in the dirt in front of the door!” Myrna nodded. Around the mountains camp sites, they had seen the skunks rolling and flopping in the dusty paths.
Slowly they rose up to the screened portion of their tent. What they saw befuddled them…
The next morning, Lynne mentioned to mother, “Myrna and I had the weirdest dreams last night of dad dancing around with a frying pan wearing only his underwear.”