A long drive,upsetting a family on their way. Bottoms hurting, body aching and antsy. Arriving, all is still and quiet. The moon risen, stars shining. Aunt waiting as the clock strikes one o'clock. Down the hill, to the tent. Flashlights in hands. Artificial light dances against the darkness. A tent door zips open as they climb in. A family, laying on air mattresses. Dog clanking in her crate as she turns over.
Morning slowly sneaks around the trees to see if someones awake. People slowly roam out of tent doors. Slowly, tiredly, marching up the hill to the front porch.
Sitting down, greetings being said, "Long time, no see." Omelets being made, family talking, laughing, telling stories. The family having fun, creating a puzzle of voices.
Zip, bag unzipping. Tent unwrapping. Four people frustrated. A tent not cooperating, though finally gets put together on the third try.
Lunch, munching on sandwiches, jaws moving up and down, chewing on bits of bread and lunch meat. Bellies full, taste buds happy. All rushing off the porch to play a game of crocaye.
Crocaye all day. Dinner. The smell of pasties drift through the yard entering everyone's noses. Beef, Peas, Carrots and more all in one. A chewing fest begins and stomachs being stuffed with pleasure.
Moon rising, stars shining, fire filling up the sky. Laughter and voices pierce the cold, crisp, summer night air. Crinkling marshmallow bags, as someone sneaks their hand into it a holds the marshmallow gently. The smell of campfire and charred marshmallow all around.
Dogs happily smell the camp-friendly air. As the humans slowly get out of their chairs and roam towards their tents, for a long, peaceful sleep in the north.
