Once, when I was in high school, I went camping with a couple friends, Adam and Chad. I know I write about camping a lot. It's what I enjoy doing and strange things happen often when I'm in the Great Outdoors. This won't be as exciting as my series on skunks and their infatuation with me, but should still be fun.
This was one of my first experiences with Chad. He's become a much better friend since this trip. They picked me up and immediately started chanting some random number and something about ice. "1465, Big Block of Ice." I've changed the number to protect its anonymity. Numbers need protection too. These were the two things we absolutley had to remember, the code for the lock on the chain to the property on Cedar Mountain and a block of ice to keep things cool in the ice chest.
We chanted this the whole way up, even after we got the ice. "1465, big block of ice. 1465, big block of ice." Needless to say, we didn't forget the code and we may remember it even now, fifteen years later.
The property was beautiful, open green meadows with aspens and pine growing at the edges. They had a spring and it wasn't unusual to see a deer sipping at it. In the middle of a field sat a junky old trailer. That would be where we spent the night.
We set up camp and soon night fell.
The stars were amazing, the night crisp and cool as the breeze carried the breath of aspens over our camp. I could live there, would love to live there...except in winter. As we sat around the crackling fire, chatting and thinking deep teenage thoughts, a wolf howled in the distance.
At first they thought it was funny, but when the wolf answered back, they got nervous.
Then when more wolves joined in. My friends got angry and more nervous. They wanted me to stop. I, of course, didn't.
The wolves moved closer. Then my friends got irrational...at least I thought so.
I argued with them. "We have fire, a gun, and a trailer. What are you guys worried about? The wolves probably won't come near the fire. And, if they get closer, we can just go inside." I howled again.
My friends didn't think it was funny at all when half a dozen wolfy voices answered back from the nearby trees.
They forced me inside, practically at gunpoint. I relented even though the wolves never really got all that close. My friends seriously lacked the spirit of adventure that evening, which is funny. I've seen them do crazier things since. Adam jumped off the Hurricane bridge once. That thing freaks me out.
Chad and Adam are still two of my best friends. They have to be slightly crazy to put up with me..
Note: I also wanted to let people know that my zombie guide is available in print through Create Space. It will also be on Amazon soon, probably next week. Create Space is a subsidiary of Amazon.
Second Note: Adam swears he didn't threaten to shoot me. That may be true. I have a great memory, but as a writer I do occasionally remember things with a tinge of embellishment, but I don't think that was the case this time. I remember being yelled at and he had a gun...the implications were obvious even if he didn't put it into words. "Stop howling at the wolves!" Gun in hand. "Get in the trailer now!" Gun in hand. "Don't you dare howl again!" Gun in hand. You see what I mean.