What great stories. :)
OK. Now I guess I have to tell a high school camping story. :) It was gorgeous spring in Northern Ohio when our wonderful Irish Girl Scout leader, Iris, took us to a nearby park & swim club for a weekend outing. The night temperatures were still in the high 40s and low 50s. We were to use the pool to practice our lifesaving, etc for our badges. The water was colder than a witch's tit and our teeth chattered so much, our abnormally hearty leader took pity on us pitiful weaklings and let us mostly laze around the campfire eating copious camp food and drinking hot chocolate. Needless to say, there was more than an adequate supply of hershey bars for S'mores and "Wonder" bread for mock Angel food cake.
Fortunately, we all had warm sleeping bags because the night was quite nippy. I was awakened sometime in the tender hours by the sound of rustling at our feet. I whispered to my tentmate, Cheryl, to awaken but she slept like a drunken sailor and I was afraid to raise my voice. The night was soundless except for the noxious rustling at my feet! It was dark and hard to see.... holding my breath and barely moving, I managed to find a flashlight/torch. I don't know what I was thinking but I turned it on and there at the foot of our small tent was a skunk!!!!!! Heart pounding nearly out of my chest, I dropped the damn light and froze. I was paralyzed, afraid to move for fear the little beast would do that perfectly horrible thing that skunks do when they are frightened. So there I lay, waiting, hearting thumping like kettle drums. And then finally, after interminable eons, the scurvy beast just walked back out into the starlit night.
My friend never awakened until morning but I discovered that the skunk had polished off all of our hershey bars!
Phae
OB-SEW: Most of us sewed our own Girl Scout uniforms.