Camping Trip From Hell Part One
When my wife and I were dating, we loved to go camping, a hobby that stopped after we got married. As our first wedding anniversary approached, I suggested that we return to the campground where I had proposed to her. She was excited about it, so I set out making plans. A week before our trip, I broke my foot while working at home and would be unable to hike to the lake or the falls, which were a short distance from our campsite. Despite my wife Marnie’s insistence that we postpone the trip, I said we should go anyway, as she loved playing in the falls and swimming in the calm spring-fed lake. Marnie had just turned nineteen, tall, lean, and too much like a hippy. She was spirited and open, yet sometimes shy …