But I suppose if pitching a tent is a recreational novelty for some, then it makes sense for States to make a little money out of it. Me, I get plenty of tent time. I'd rather just pay the extra 20 dollars to have a bed and hot shower back at the motel. 'Let's head back,' I declare.
But as we're walking back in the direction we'd just come from Mary grabs my attention. I don't recognize her at first, then she reminds me that her family had pulled over to offer us assistance the day before, and evidently, her husband William had mentioned inviting us over.
'You could get a hot meal and save some money,' she suggests.
'Hummh.' I pause for a moment to consider the offer. 'Well, if your sure you'd like us to come over, I'd be honored.'
Mary calls about an hour later and gives us directions to her house. We arrive around 17:00 and are immediately introduced to her three kids: Carley, Christian and Riley. Carley helps by determining the most advantagous spot in the yard to put up my tent, and Christian is eager to lend a hand so he can get inside. I suppose for a three year old, having someone put a tent in your front yard is as good as getting a new fort to play in. Anyway, once my sleeping arrangements are completed, dinner's ready. Carley had bragged her mom's cooking up and down the walls, and I certainly don't feel disappointed.
During the course of the meal, Christian tips me off to the hiding place of the Ninja Turtles, and proceeds to show me where they live after we finish. We find the ninjas in the creek behind the house and Christian does battle with several trees that he declares to be 'bad.' After presumably vanquishing all his foes, the kids begin to get ready for bed. Riley, who's one, is down first. Carley follows second, and her brother falls asleep lastly as I read him some nursry rhymes--somewhere between Little Jack Horner and Hey Diddle Diddle.
It's always great fun to be included in the lives of others. Thanks for opening up your home Mary and William.
Sounds incredible! :)
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