This week we move onto the letter K and…
KAMPING

All right, I know I’m cheating, but I have another funny story to share. I’m trying to laugh about it, anyway. We’re here with a church family camp with other churches in our denomination from the Midwest. We came yesterday and it took us a while to find our campsite. The lady at the registration desk marked it as 2013. It was actually Z013, and marked 13 on the post. Whew, found it. But the trees were waaayyy too low. Our antenna and air conditioner scraped the branches. It was a hill, too – not a slope, but a hill and we were teetering on the top. There was no way it would work. So, back to registration (not close) and we found another kampsite. It was perfect for us, but where was the sewer? We don’t have a big tank in our trailer, and need sewer for a week. At long last, we found a spot with everything we wanted. Whew!

We got set up and made some dinner. My dad is the speaker and because of his dietary restrictions, I’m cooking for him this week. It is so hot here and terribly humid. Plain old miserable. We didn’t even finish setting up our kampsite. We’ll do it when the weather breaks – after the severe thunderstorms tonight. Yeah, that should be fun.

Well, we hook up the water and I start to use it. It smelled. Bad. Really, really bad. Of rotten eggs. We had to go outside because we were gagging. Literally. I’ve been researching it and I’m afraid it’s a problem with our water heater. Just grand.

As we were settling in at last, we got a call from my best friend, whose son is dog sitting. He broke the key off in the back garage door lock. Besides the front door (where the screen door is locked), it’s the only way into the house. I suppose you could break the windows in our sunroom, but we wouldn’t appreciate that. Fortunately – no, Providentially – we hid a key in the shed. I gave my friend the lock combination and told her where the key was. We told her to cut the screen and go in through the front door.

She called back about 45 minutes later. She’s my hero. She managed to pick the tip of the key out of the lock and they got in through the back door. The dog was so happy to see them! Bless her, we’re only out a key, not a lock & a screen.

So, that’s our saga so far. Today has been much better, but I’m still holding my breath. Did I make you laugh? Or cry, like I did? Hey, after a day like that, don’t you think I deserved a good cry?

And that is the letter K. Go to Patty’s blog to read more K stories. And I’d love to hear some of your funny KAMPING stories.