I spent all summer working on our teardrop trailer. It took a lot of hard work, sweat, and a little blood to complete - but I did and just in time for the last chance to go camping before hard winter set in.
We decided to take the camper up to the South Fork of the Payette River in the woods. We enjoyed this place before. It is quiet, free, and kind of a little secret hidey hole. We left after work on Friday and stopped at Winco to pick up a few supplies.
We parked the trailer at our favorite spot. We were happy to see that the only other camper there was at that far end out of view - we could have a little privacy - who knows? Maybe a little making out under the stars next to the fire?
Tina made a delicious meal while I got the fire going. We sat down with a glass of wine and enjoyed each other's company. It had been a tough week and we looked forward to winding down. We talked about nothing in particular, just enjoyed the fire and each other's warmth. It was going to be a cold night. The stars were very bright, a light breeze was blowing in, and we found ourselves sitting closer and closer together - and closer to the fire.
I had just leaned over to caress Tina's neck with my lips when a bright light hit us - headlights. Someone had just pulled in about 50 feet away. So much for privacy. We sat there and watched as an average, middle-aged woman got out of her car and started to setup her tent. She used her headlights to see so we had nothing better to do than watch. Anyway, she got her tent all setup and started to dig through a container, shaking her head. She looked in the car for something, then back to the container. She finally shook her head and started walking our way.
"Sorry to bother you."
"You are not bothering us. What's wrong?" Tina asked.
"I can't seem to find my matches and it is getting cold. I want to start a fire."