whiteknuckle rafting part three: the soggy saga ends

Three hours later, we arrived unscathed. But further scathing lay in store. We pulled into the parking lot of the Wildnerness Tours resort and campground. It was a picturesque spot: the mildly rolling hills were dotted with clusters of rustic cabins, and a robust looking restaurant/bar offered promises of alcoholic sedation. There was little time [...]

and the people all said ‘sit down!’

Tomorrow I am going camping. The last time I went camping I was twelve: it was during the five minutes I was a boy scout, and I spent the entire night hammering rain protectors onto the tops of beaver scout tents in gale force winds. The next day I turned in my scarf and 3 [...]