Things that go Boom in the Dark

8/5/14
After a fabulous dinner of Angus sirloin steaks pan seared with sweet potatoes and salad we sat down to the traditional camping game of scrabble - which I won for the first time in a millennia. The clouds seemed to be thickening and Nancy kept asking “is it going to rain” every five minutes. That was a moot question. In another half hour, the roll of thunder and occasional flashes of lightening punctuated the evening. Without saying a word to each other the camping gear quickly was stowed away in the “White Whale”. It was still light but we made it into the new tent anyway, set up the lantern, grabbed our books and settled in for a long winter’s night - oh, that’s right it’s August. Now the drops of rain increased from a sprinkle to a steady down pour and claps of thunder and flashes of lightening became a steady rock concert. Sandy’s eyes widened as the booming increased and she cuddled for obvious reassurance. Adjusting to the cacophony was easy - natural in fact given that, after all, we were camping out. All of that natural drama was taken in stride but around 11 a horrific screaming ensued. A young girl howling “I don’t want to go to bed”. My first thought was to get up and go next door and tell her that the bears eat little girls that don’t go to bed. Nancy commented that the nice Japanese couple’s kids next door wouldn’t do that - I said that’s because they told them that Godzilla would kidnap them if they made any noise. Laughing we finally were able to doze off.
R