ARE YOU BEARLY GETTING BY?
After leaving home bright and early on June 22, 2012, my husband, Richard, was thrilled to set off for a solo camping trip (I was headed to a mountain cabin overnight with nine women friends) in Colorado’s Rocky Mountain National Park. The drive up and across the Continental Divide was beautiful and he was delighted to be one of the first arrivals, getting the “pick-of-the-litter” campsite, nestled right up next to the dense pine forest with more prime-real-estate privacy than the other sites. As he’d hoped, the day was decidedly restorative and after cooking a lovely dinner of lamb shanks and some good red wine, he retired to our new two-day-old tent for a good night’s sleep.
Which he got. Until 2:00 a.m.
Suddenly and quite rudely, he was awakened by a (Read more…)