Recently, I was on a camping trip with my daughter. I wondered whether I’d be able to sleep in a camper since it had been many years since I had camped. I needn’t have worried. I went to sleep easily in the crisp air of the Smokey Mountains in Tennessee. In the middle of the night there was a crunching sound near our trailer. I thought that it must be Allison’s dog, Jackson. Allison found the flashlight and bravely opened the camper door to find our midnight visitor!
Crooked Creek by Sue Mattingly 
Good thing that it wasn’t a skunk. We have had skunks pass nearby as we sat around a campfire.
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I had not thought of that!
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WOW! 😮
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