tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34185942.post676598346494385495..comments2023-06-11T03:51:05.671-05:00Comments on Susan's Pendulum: The TentSusanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16152213210269075304noreply@blogger.comBlogger2125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34185942.post-25226231668880775912012-03-28T22:28:15.646-05:002012-03-28T22:28:15.646-05:00You wouldn't have all fit inside anyway, would...You wouldn't have all fit inside anyway, would you? And it was nice of you to cook for the popsicle-people.Susanhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/16307213773466556564noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34185942.post-3808133530949938882012-03-28T09:03:56.568-05:002012-03-28T09:03:56.568-05:00This reminds me of a dark time of my life.
I was...This reminds me of a dark time of my life. <br />I was on a college specimen-collecting trip in Arizona. 20-some of us pitched our tents on the side of the road. Since it was predicted to rain, my friend Jean and I decided to sleep in a van. We got razzed and teased for being wimps. About 1am, the rain started. About 1:30am, it turned to sleet. About 1:45am, many of those who had chosen to sleep outside began knocking on the door of the van. Jean and another tripper, who was also sleeping in the van said, "We are not letting them in. They were stupid and are now cold and wet. We will not get any sleep." I capitulated and felt awful about it. But I was dry and warm, and well-rested enough to cook for the wet ones in the morning. Hope that helps my case. :)Melodyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09264128797713405291noreply@blogger.com