Annabelle had gotten bored with just hiking, so she added rock climbing to our morning activities after one week. She was really good at climbing, because evidently, she is an avid mountain climber. Every morning, she gets all hyped up to climb and hike. In the afternoons, she and Benny would go hunt for some small …show more content…
He showed us where to go to relieve ourselves, how to clean up without causing a huge mess, and other important camping information that every seasoned camper should know.
Luckily, I have gone camping before with my cousins, so I knew a little bit of what he was talking about. I helped out with some explanations as best as I could, but explaining information to people was not my strong point.
After the second week, Benny grew homesick and skittish. Annabelle’s mood swings did not help calm him at all. Obviously, he was the most anxious when he was around Annabelle. He began vehemently protest going hunting with Annabelle and argued to stay at our campsite. Charlie easily agreed after he saw how stressed Benny was to be away from Annabelle. He took back his multi-tool from Annabelle and gave me back my pocket knife.
The third week was spent teaching me how to skin animals and remove its organs. Charlie thought it would be a good idea for me to go hunting with Annabelle. Since I couldn’t hunt well, I stuck to preparing the animals for cooking. I got a hang of it pretty quickly because I’m a hands-on type of learner. It was gross …show more content…
For some reason, the tent was heating up, and it was getting really uncomfortable. I couldn’t sleep in the heat, so I rolled out of my unzipped sleeping bag to see what was going on.
The first thing I noticed was that the tent was empty. None of the others were inside. Their sleeping bags were nowhere to be seen and all the supplies were gone. Then I noticed a very important fact: the tent was on fire. Luckily, the fire was away from the tent entrance. Bad news was that it was spreading and I still haven’t moved. I swore loudly and stumbled out of the tent.
“Where the heck are they?” I asked aloud. “Was that their attempt at murdering me? Man, I didn’t think I was that annoying!”
I jogged away from the campsite to get some water to put out the fire. Halfway to the river, I paused and cursed loudly. I didn’t have anything to carry the water in.
By now, the fire had consumed most of the tent.
I looked around to see if anyone was around. There was a can of bug spray on the ground near our makeshift fire-pit, which had a small fire