My Camping Fantasy is...

[randy171998]

arriving at one of my favorite National Forest campgrounds in Northern Wisconsin. I've spent a day fishing, and am preparing dinner. I notice a tent camper (like myself) down the way. It is Sept or Oct, brisk and clean. We acknowledge each other's presense. After dining, she walks by on the nature trail. I motion with a steaming mug of coffee, signaling that there's more if she is interested. Fourty minutes later she comes back and accepts my offer.

There are many wonderful endings to this fantasy. How would the lady like it to end? She could enjoy reading by the fire, listening to classic or classical or my favorite by Constance Denby, walk the quiet paths in the darkening, fish by starlight, or just learn about me and see where the rest of the story goes. This is a serious fantasy waiting to be fulfilled. Let me know what you think...