My dad, a camper at Phantom Lake Y Camp,
went on a “night-hike” with his tent mates.
“We stood in a line,” said Dad. “Holding onto a
rope in one hand and a blanket in the other.
Our counselor led us for miles, to some field
or other, told us to spread out our blankets and
go to sleep. Maybe we sang a bit, ate a bit.
That night, I squirmed and turned – seems I had
put my blanket on a pile of rocks! In the morning
I found I had laid my blanket on a pile of dried
horse droppings. It was the worst night I ever had!”
2025 Jacqueline Jackson