There was an ornery lady in the car she was sad she forgot her coat and the girl's coats. She forgot a pillow and the girls and her toothbrushes and toothpaste.
She was very ornery.
She pouted and wanted to go back home, but it wasn't possible.
"Everything will be okay. You forget things when you go camping, and that is part of the fun." Stated her more rational male counterpart.
He was right.
It was beautiful and warm and there was an extra pillow in the camping gear and who needs clean teeth anyway.
When we arrived the oldest little one saw a sign she said what does that say.
Her mother being quick on her toes said, "It says Fairy Mischievous is in these woods today. She is stealing peoples food and will take ours if the containers are left open." (Fairy Mischievous is a mischievous fairy that does all sorts of naughty things. She use to live with other fairies but they didn't like the naughty things she did, so they sent her to live with the humans and cursed her to be a slow flying fairy.)
The sign said, "WARNING BEARS IN CAMPSITE DO NOT LEAVE CONTAINERS OPEN." I couldn't tell her the truth no mother with a daughter who has nightmares would have.
A lady in a near by campsite overheard the conversation and came by and said, "Did you know there are fairies in these woods and I found one of their shovels. Would you return it to them when you see them??"
It almost brought a tear to my eye that this sweet stranger would come over and play an important role in our game and bring so much joy and exploring to our side of the camp. (See small pink shovel pictured below.)We went on a few hikes to find Fairy Mischievous and to return the shovel to the Hard Working Fairies. We threw rocks into the river. CC collected handfuls of worms and named them all and made them a bed fit for worms. We built a fire and had tin-foil dinners and cuddled up and sang Children's Hymns in the peaceful canyon night. We snuggled down and slept till the morning. Then awoke to the cool clean air of the woods. My better half went fishing. A photojournalist was perusing the river and spotted his big catch and asked if they could put his picture in a magazine. Then they had him sign a model release form. (MY HUSBAND IS A MODEL, we all knew he was good looking, but now... proof.)We all had a really good time.
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