to feel fear.
You would think with the coyotes, and all these people milling about, that it would be too noisy to get any rest during the day, but it’s very peaceful up here in these deep rolling hills.
It’s not quite the mountains, but we are up here a ways, and I can see why this would be a good place to hide out. It’s probably hard to find, unless you know exactly what you are looking for.
Even with all the bright tents that would seem to stick out like a sore thumb, they’re still covered well by all the trees. I think that’s what my dad and the others who built these cabins had in mind. They wanted to feel like they were away from all the hustle and bustle of the city and just be one with nature.
I get up to find Kit is already up and busy in our new tent home. She’s got an area set up, which I guess you would call a vanity. Leave it to her to think to bring along a mirror. She’s applying some makeup and she has placed her long blonde hair into pigtails. Only she could pull that off.
“What are you doing?” I ask her, surprised at the fuss.
“What do ya mean?” she asks fluttering her veil of eyelashes, a move she uses to either appear innocent, or flirt with some defenseless boy.
“Why all this?” I motion to an unusually large spread of make-me-beautiful items.
I expect her to give some offhand excuse of why a girl needs to look her best, but instead, she puts her hands on my shoulders and lowers me to a sitting position.
“Now, just sit still,” she says as she begins with some eye shadow. “I know you don’t like all this stuff, but it can’t hurt to put a little time into yourself. I know you think it’s not important how you look, but it’s not just about other people. I do this because when I walk out of here, I’m going to feel good about myself because I like what I see,” she says, emphasizing the word I.
I let her do whatever she wants to because I see it’s making her happy. But she’s right. I don’t see what the point of all of it is, especially now that we are out here in the middle of nowhere. She tells me, it’s especially important now that we are in the middle of nowhere.
She puts me in a ridiculous green sequined tank top that looks even more ridiculous with my khaki cargo pants, but she’s so tickled I decide to just deal with it. She giggles with delight at her finished product and hands me the mirror.
Surprisingly, I like what I see. I was picturing a circus clown by the way she was frantically applying what seemed to be layer after layer of makeup, but what I see is just a better version of me.
She has smoothed my dark hair and put it in a loose French twist, put just enough makeup on to make me look better without noticing the makeup, and then just a touch of lip gloss. Maybe she does know what she’s doing. Not sure why I doubted her. She always looks great.
The atmosphere and mood around camp is dramatically different from what it was earlier. Everyone seemed to be wary of us this morning, but almost welcoming now. Maybe they found out about all the supplies we brought in. Most of the fire rings have been lit and there is music playing from a small radio. I imagine the only people who can hear it are the ones standing next to it. Sounds like country twang, but it’s oddly appropriate. There is a slight breeze rolling through, carrying the smell of pine. People are lighthearted and laughing.
We walk cautiously towards camp, each with one of Brody’s hands, slinging him up every couple of steps, eager to earn his giggles. Towards the center of the large fire there is a big pot of something bubbling that looks like chili.
I find myself wondering again where they get all these supplies. Kids are bustling about trying to get their bowls filled and the three of us wait patiently as Bentley walks up with three sodas in hand. He gives one to each of us and then invites us over to his table.
You would think with the coyotes, and all these people milling about, that it would be too noisy to get any rest during the day, but it’s very peaceful up here in these deep rolling hills.
It’s not quite the mountains, but we are up here a ways, and I can see why this would be a good place to hide out. It’s probably hard to find, unless you know exactly what you are looking for.
Even with all the bright tents that would seem to stick out like a sore thumb, they’re still covered well by all the trees. I think that’s what my dad and the others who built these cabins had in mind. They wanted to feel like they were away from all the hustle and bustle of the city and just be one with nature.
I get up to find Kit is already up and busy in our new tent home. She’s got an area set up, which I guess you would call a vanity. Leave it to her to think to bring along a mirror. She’s applying some makeup and she has placed her long blonde hair into pigtails. Only she could pull that off.
“What are you doing?” I ask her, surprised at the fuss.
“What do ya mean?” she asks fluttering her veil of eyelashes, a move she uses to either appear innocent, or flirt with some defenseless boy.
“Why all this?” I motion to an unusually large spread of make-me-beautiful items.
I expect her to give some offhand excuse of why a girl needs to look her best, but instead, she puts her hands on my shoulders and lowers me to a sitting position.
“Now, just sit still,” she says as she begins with some eye shadow. “I know you don’t like all this stuff, but it can’t hurt to put a little time into yourself. I know you think it’s not important how you look, but it’s not just about other people. I do this because when I walk out of here, I’m going to feel good about myself because I like what I see,” she says, emphasizing the word I.
I let her do whatever she wants to because I see it’s making her happy. But she’s right. I don’t see what the point of all of it is, especially now that we are out here in the middle of nowhere. She tells me, it’s especially important now that we are in the middle of nowhere.
She puts me in a ridiculous green sequined tank top that looks even more ridiculous with my khaki cargo pants, but she’s so tickled I decide to just deal with it. She giggles with delight at her finished product and hands me the mirror.
Surprisingly, I like what I see. I was picturing a circus clown by the way she was frantically applying what seemed to be layer after layer of makeup, but what I see is just a better version of me.
She has smoothed my dark hair and put it in a loose French twist, put just enough makeup on to make me look better without noticing the makeup, and then just a touch of lip gloss. Maybe she does know what she’s doing. Not sure why I doubted her. She always looks great.
The atmosphere and mood around camp is dramatically different from what it was earlier. Everyone seemed to be wary of us this morning, but almost welcoming now. Maybe they found out about all the supplies we brought in. Most of the fire rings have been lit and there is music playing from a small radio. I imagine the only people who can hear it are the ones standing next to it. Sounds like country twang, but it’s oddly appropriate. There is a slight breeze rolling through, carrying the smell of pine. People are lighthearted and laughing.
We walk cautiously towards camp, each with one of Brody’s hands, slinging him up every couple of steps, eager to earn his giggles. Towards the center of the large fire there is a big pot of something bubbling that looks like chili.
I find myself wondering again where they get all these supplies. Kids are bustling about trying to get their bowls filled and the three of us wait patiently as Bentley walks up with three sodas in hand. He gives one to each of us and then invites us over to his table.
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