I wasn't as scared as I should have been, but my feared gene is broken, and I had been

drinking so.

We have a lake less than an hour from home, and my daughter's friend had never been camping.

So we decided to do a quick overnight there.

We, mom and daughter, 18 men, camp a lot, and like the solitude, so we often try to find

the most remote places.

No campsite or anything, just drive up and find a space.

So we found this nice little peninsula big enough for about three campsites, and it being

Sunday, we were hoping the other two groups would leave.

They did eventually, and we had the place very much to ourselves.

As the night goes on, we have a nice fire, sing, laugh, I'm drinking wine, we're making

smores, everything is perfect until we go to sleep.

About an hour in, the girls are bugging me to wake up because it's raining, and we need

to put the cover on the tent.

It was a huge tent, so all hands were needed.

By now the wind is blowing, and we're struggling, but we finally get it covered, and it's back

to sleep we go.

A motorcycle, more specifically, a dirt bike, at about 2 a.m., just riding circles around

the peninsula.

Mind you this is literally a small enough area that only three large tents plus three cars

would fit, and there's nothing else nearby but bushes and the lake.

There would be no reason to be there, as it was obvious we were alone.

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