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Topic: Write in the ADVENTURE genre (05/24/07)
TITLE: THAT'S NOT YOURS!
By Patricia Williams
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“Are we about there?” Ross asked.
“Just about,” I responded as Randy popped up with, “There’s an airplane, bet that’s Grandma and Grandpa!”
Leeanna snapped at the boys, “Sit down! You’re going to wake up the girls.” She looked down at the two sprawled in her lap.
I repositioned Laura who was sleeping draped over my pregnant tummy so we could head for the
terminal. The excited chatter of the six children at the sight of their grandparents delighted all the bystanders. The boys tried to help their dad with the suitcases while the little girls grabbed their grandparents hands so we could head home.
The orange blossoms perfumed the whole San Juaquin Valley. Grandma ooh’d and aah’d all the way home. Before we knew it we were turning down the long driveway to Graham Creek Ranch.
“Grandpa, you can use my backpack when we hike up the mountain,” Ross stated as he hugged him from the back seat.
“Oh, Ross, we can’t hike this time. We’ll have to drive up and set up camp. Grandma can’t walk that far this year.” Grandpa said as he hugged back his little seed stalk (as he called the boys).
“Grandma could ride Jake our mule up the mountain,” he persisted as Grandma’s eyes got as big as saucers.
“I don’t think so,” his daddy confirmed.
It was hard for the six children to calm down enough to fall asleep due to the projected excitement of tomorrow.
“Up and at ‘em!” Grandpa hollered as he peeked his head into their rooms. No one had to be told the second time.
The car was packed with the tents, cooking stove, sleeping bags’, and every other item needed for a camping trip. Grandpa proudly stuck in his new ice chest he had used as a suitcase to get here.
The curvy, narrow roads, that sat on the rim of the mountains looked over the deep ravines of what we were leaving behind.
“We’re here!” the squeals of the children left no doubt we’d reached our destination.
Ross stood back and dusted off his little hands declaring, “Now our camp’s all set up. We need to go fishin’.”
“Me too, “ chimed in the other kids.
The rest of the day was spent fishing and finding arrowheads. They enjoyed the natural beauty surrounding them, the birds and the animal population.
The fish fry around the camp fire and dessert of s’mores was unforgettable. Doug played the harmonica and I played the accordion as everyone sang their favorite songs of folk lore and wrapped up a beautiful day.
The sky was like black velvet with jewels scattered all over. Everyone was so tired sleep came quickly.
Doug and I slept outside in a sleeping bag. The camp light in the tent shadowed Grandpa down to his long johns hopping in his sleeping bag and turning off the camping light. What a wonderful night. I hated to waste the time sleeping but I finally gave in.
I woke to a rattling noise. I double blinked. There’s no way!
Grandpa heard the sound too. He picked up his shovel as he stuck his head out of the tent.
“Leave my ice chest alone. That’s not yours!” he yelled as he proceeded to chase the biggest bear I have ever seen up the side of the hill.
“Doug, wake up!” I screamed.
He sat straight up with a look of total horror on his face. “Dad stop!” he yelled as he grabbed his pants and attempted to put them on.
“No! That’s my new ice chest and it’s full of fish, “ he snapped back, continuing to run after the bear with his shovel yelling.“Drop that chest I said!"
The big bear kept going, totally ignoring Grandpa.
Doug charged up the hill after Grandpa and the bear. Over the ridge and out of sight they went. The rest of us proceeded up the hill after Doug.
Suddenly Grandpa was quiet. The silence was frightening. Oh my, what was happening? Doug hurried to the top of the ridge, expecting the worst.
Puffing, we topped the hill and stood in silence. We caught our breath and spontaneously laughed at grandpa. He was caught on a heavy branch by the back door of his long johns. His new ice chest was dumped over at his feet with the fish pouring out onto the ground. His shovel laid a few feet away. The bear had runaway and left his catch for the day.
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