Northern Dancer
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HELLO EVERYONE! I hope you are doing well.
Here's a little adventure I experienced at camp.
It didn't take long before I stumbled over a root that stretched across the path and lost one of my sandals. The need to relieve myself was a little more urgent and I carried on thinking I would be able to retrieve it on the way back. That didn't happen.
Feeling refreshed and invigorated by the cold morning air I headed back to my tent walking gingerly, because, as you recall I was wearing only one of those handy dandy sandals. My eyes had become accustomed to the darkness and I was able to see things better. And what did I see? It was a splendid morning hour with stars peppering the sky and they were gorgeous. Then my eye caught something else. A black cat was sitting outside the unzipped door. Cat you say? No, I don't think so. I squinted my eyes peering studiously at the creature. Yep, black all right, and yep, it had that all too familiar white strip down its back. And nope, It wasn't Pepe Le Pew.
So there I was, beginning to shiver in my underwear, and wearing one sandal minus my headlight. What to do? Well, exactly, what can one do when you have a skunk sitting in front of your tent? NOTHING!
I froze. I was jolted by the thought of the skunk making a home in my tent. Then what? There would be no way to get rid of the odour. Trust me I've had experience with my dog Reese when he was sprayed. Gulp! I would lose a thousand dollars or more in equipment. I'd have to drive home in my underwear. I can just see it now, "Honestly officer, I'm telling you the truth."
Great, just great, I thought, the great camper dude would live a lifetime of embarrassment and I would be forever remembered, not as a skilled outdoors man. I would be remembered as the guy in his underwear, with one sandal, and no headlamp, in the middle of the forest, being attacked by mosquitoes, who lost to a Mephitis Memphis, the striped skunk. Wait a minute. Wait a minute. There's movement. He's moving, he's moving. Slowly and surely he moved away from the door and disappeared into the forest foliage. I almost shouted for joy but covered my mouth and waited patiently for another ten minutes before joyfully getting back into bed.
I opened my eyes to the smell of freshly brewed coffee and the rich aroma of bacon and eggs. "Sleep well? , a colleague asked. "Ya, why do you ask?" I found your sandal on the trail. "Oh, ya, right, thanks."