M & M'S EASTERN TOUR


or where they went and what they did


Starting point -- the Outer Banks of North Carolina

Home in Kill Devil Hills, North Carolina when the wanderlust struck.

Where can we go? CAMPING

What can we do? FISH


1st week -- County Line Park, Kerr Lake, North Carolina

Not far from the beach, but far enough to be able to relax -- and relax we did until. . . the STORM. This was not just any storm. It was right over the tent. It was dark outside. The wind started to blow. (Sound Effects Who-o-o-o, Who-o-o-o) The rain started, the hail came (Sound Effects again plunk, plunk, big plunk!) the lightning, the thunder (Ditto boom, BOOM, BOOM, Boom). The wind shook the tent. The thunder wiggled the tent. The rain and hail pelted the tent. The lightning was in the tent, and so were Mike and I. Mike made the discovery that you can see lightning with your eyes closed, even squeezed tight closed.

It was nightime -- time to be asleep but if you know how much one of us loves storms (okay you guessed, Me) you realize that no one slept that night -- If God is going to put on a show then it is only right to stay up and watch the performance.

New day, same week -- Mike is fishing, Mary (that's me) is reading and watching Mike fish. Normal stuff, until I hear a strange noise coming from the dining canopy. It's sort of like somebody trying to lift the glass lid on the frying pan. Curiousity makes me get up to find out what's going on. Upon investigation, I see a squirrel inside our screened dining canopy, on the table, trying to get into the pan to eat the hot dog buns I have placed in there for safe-keeping. Obviously the skwerel thought he could just have them for lunch. Since he was not invited, I asked him to please leave. He did not respond. So I raced to save my buns and thinking he had not heard my request I raised my voice -- okay, I yelled. Immediately, he panicked and literally bounced off the walls of the dining canopy. I continued to yell, thinking since he had found his own way in, he could also find his own way out. WRONG!! -- he just ran in circles over the table and around the walls. I had to show him who the boss was -- ME!! I opened the door on one side, went to the other side and coaxed, shoved, pushed, chased him through the opening. He then ran off. I managed to save my buns but discovered he ate my potholder. I thought I was through with skwerels but. . . (you will just have to read on to find out more of the skwerel adventures.)


2nd week -- Julian Price Campground, Blue Ridge Parkway, North Carolina

Moving on farther away from the flatlands, up, up into the mountains and we are up there -- it was 40 degrees F. (don't nobody know that June is supposed to be summer). We did a graveyard walk at Cone Manor with the Ranger and about ten other people and one dog -- get the picture yet? You will soon. It's dark (no, not everything I will write about will happen in the dark but lots did!) and foggy. We are walking through a field and into the woods to the cemetery. The Ranger is telling ghost stories and she has also asked us not to bring flashlights. (we are to start to use our night sight -- I have no night vision and my other senses are not terrific in the dark either -- except maybe my sense of imagination) As we walk along the fog thickens -- I am by now holding Mike with my "pay-attention" grip around his arm and the dog with his flag tail keeps touching me with just the tips of the hair -- it is enough to raise the dead or at least the hairs on the back of my neck!!

The walk is now over. We are back all cozy in the tent when the coyotes begin to howl -- not only is it dark but eerie, how close are they? How close will they come? The fog must have gotten a little scared, too, because it came inside the tent with us. Mike's beard and hair are as wet as if he just stepped from the shower and the comforter is soaked. Are we having fun yet?


Comforter, who goes camping with a comforter?


Just a few words about roughing it. We have a 10 foot by 13 foot tent, a futon with wooden frame and mattress, waterbed sheets, eggcrate mattress cover and 2 comforters. I cannot, make that will NOT, sleep on the ground anymore. So instead of always blowing up an air mattress and having the air all disappear by morning, I decided that since we are car (actually truck) camping I can be comfortable. Oh, the waterbed sheets are so you don't have to tuck the sheets under the bed, convenient and warmer.

Want to see more of our adventures then go to page 2.

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