We had to build a cook fire, like pioneers, for dinner. Boy Scout made it all easy on us, by heading the Fire Crew. He sent us other guys to gather sticks and branches while he bravely and suavely started the fire in front of the giggling girls.
Then as if that wasn’t enough fire for us, we had to gather around a huge campfire as a whole group up by the large shelter. Our directors talked while I watched the girl from the pool.
“You will learn from each other, this week. Learn to respect each other….” lectured the cheery leader.
“Yeah, respect,” I thought, “to the girls.”
Then they tried to get us to sing the camp song. Uh sorry, not gonna happen.
But SHE tried to sing the unfamiliar words. Her eyes sparkled in the flames. The fire cast huge shadows behind her on the trees. It was as if some woodland spirits were guarding her, keeping me from her, telling me to beware their wrath. I realized I was staring. And we were leaving.”Move!” ordered Farm Boy. Some respect.
“Hey Jensen!” City called. SHE waved.