Thursday, November 8, 2012

Sleeping Outdoors

Summer camping. Our young family had finally bedded down for the night, after a fun-filled day swimming, boating, roasting weenies and marshmallows.  Sleeping bags and bouncy air mattresses rustled and sighed.  Peace.

Later, much later, after we'd been floating in oblivion for several hours, hubby and I both woke to seriously suspicious noise.  Strange sounds.  Yes, we decided, they were human sounds.  Male groaning sounds.  Female squealing and moaning sounds.  Somewhere close by, a porno event was in progress.  As we had made camp for the night, we had thought our only concern was that racoons might steal our food stores in the night.  Instead, we were having our hearts and minds assaulted through the thin barrier of nylon tenting.  Please, please, please don't let our children wake up!

Okay, it's been ten minutes.  How long can this go on?  Really?  Still????

Over morning coffee and trips to the communal lavatory, campers gave each other the eye.   Was it you?  Who was it last night?

Our Man did what men do.  Our provider and protector, he takes charge.  He fixes things.  He spoke with the other men doing the same thing, and by process of elimination, they figured it out.  Mystery solved:  two men, one crazy, noisy woman, in a pup-tent next to the red car.   A pup-tent???

Funny how that section of the camp ground cleared out by noon.  Family camping has specific requirements in the decorum department.

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