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jumped into the river and changed into dry clean clothes.  I realized I was going to have to figure a way to clean my clothes if I stayed for any long periods of time.  A small wash tub and board would be in order.  A chuckle rose from me as I pondered on whether you could even buy a washboard anymore.  The radio echoed through the camp while I enjoyed dinner.  The radio reminded me that I needed batteries, and lots of them.  That wasn’t the best solution so I made plans to purchase a wind up radio for the camp.  Something that would run off either batteries or a dynamo, in which case I would be covered in any situation.  That is unless the radio stations were taken off the air.  I laughed at the mere fact that I had even thought about something as crazy as that.  Who knows though, it didn’t have to be a disaster.  They could just lose their jobs too.  Again I laughed.  Well, at least I was finding humor in my worse case scenarios.
     
    My laughter stopped when the emergency broadcast system came on.
     
    The radio beeped for what seemed an eternity before relaying some useful information.  “The National Weather Service has issued a severe…” oh great here we go again.  I looked up at the blue sky then felt the bump that still marked my back from the last attack.  That hail storm was like receiving an air strike from Mother Nature.  By the sounds of it the camp was about to receive another one.  Only they didn’t mention hail this time.  Maybe I would get lucky and the system would pass on by.  I brewed up a pot of hot coffee ahead of time though.  Just in case.
     
    I spent another hour by the fire before I noticed any clouds coming in.  It was getting late out anyway, so I put out the fire and used what daylight was left to pack away the gear I had laying about.  When I picked up the coffee pot I felt the first drop of rain.  Still, the wind wasn’t picking up yet.  Maybe the brunt of the system would indeed pass me by.  I lit a candle and sat at the table to have another cup of hot coffee.  I took out a piece of paper and pen to jot down some of the ideas I had for the camp.  I began to feel the weight of my tiredness pushing down on me.  Not even the coffee could keep my eyes open.  I got my bed ready then blew out the candle.  I laid in bed for awhile with my thoughts until sleep finally found me.
     
    I woke to the heavy drops of rain pounding the camper’s roof.  Darkness filled the camper, and I looked to my watch for the time.  It was only one in the morning.  There was no thunder or sign of lightning outside.  The storm must have gone around me, unless I slept through it.  I rolled over and closed my eyes again.  Tomorrow I was going to make more plans for preparing the camp, and then enjoy my last evening before I headed home the following morning.  I was going to head out early to make sure I was back at a decent time.  The thought of going back to work in a couple days now seemed somewhat dreadful after spending the last few days here.  I was looking forward to spending more time at the camp this summer.  I was determined to make this camp a permanent part of my life. 
     
    When I opened my eyes again, they met with the morning light that filled the camper.  I heard a rustling outside and didn’t even bother to look out the window.  “Git!” I shouted.  I heard the bear as he crashed into the undergrowth in the woods on the other side of camp.  I shook my head and smiled.  My smile soon turned to frown though when I realized that bear was going to probably wreck the camper while I was away.  Then again, he hadn’t touched it before I came.  An idea suddenly flashed through my head.  I was going to make a scare crow.  Sounded crazy, but it just might work.
     
    I started a small fire for coals so I could make fresh coffee.  Afterwards I went right to work fashioning a new campmate.  I used a pair of jeans I had in the truck and a tee shirt.  I