Johnny realized the mistake at having his tent 'in the shop' getting the seams sealed. This rented four-man tent wasn't nearly as nice. Also, it was resisting their best efforts at erecting it.

"That doesn't go there, Chet." Johnny spread the tent poles, stakes, and ropes on the flattest spot at their chosen campsite. It wasn't very flat, but it would have to do.

"No, Chet, that pole goes over there. On the corner over there," Johnny directed. "Okay. Now pass that pole through these loops here. Gently, gently. Stop! Chet, stop! You're going to rip it."

Chet retrieved the pole and threw it down at Johnny's feet. "Since I can't do this right, you can do it all yourself!"

"Calm down, Chet," Johnny soothed. "Help me get this up before it gets dark."

Chet took a couple of deep, calming breaths. "Okay," he agreed. "But only if you quit yelling and bossing. You don't know how to put this thing up any more than me."

Johnny took a couple of deep breaths too. "Okay, Chet. Truce."

It was only a half hour after sunset when the tent was finally erected in its proper configuration. Roy had gathered a large pile of firewood by then, but it was too warm for a fire, so the trio went in search of nourishment.

Chet walked over to where Johnny was digging through the supplies in the back of the Rover. "I thought we'd be eating fish…" he started.

Roy's stomach growled audibly. "We do have extra food, don't we?"

Johnny pulled out a heavy, well-worn cooler and opened it. "Of course we have food," Johnny stepped back as the other two dug into the treasure chest. "You don't think I'd rely on Chet's fishing prowess to feed me, do ya?"

"I came closer to catching a fish than you did, Gage," Chet groused as he tore open a bag of chips.

"This isn't horseshoes so close doesn't count." Johnny smiled as Chet bristled at the barb.

The trio sat in the glow of the Coleman lantern, munching cold cut subs, passing the bag of potato chips, and sipping cold ones.

Soon after eating, all three were ready to turn in. They ducked into the tent. Their three sleeping bags completely covered the floor. They would be stacked in there like cord wood.

Roy looked around in the dim light. "This is supposed to be a four man tent, isn't it?" He wasn't asking anyone in particular; it just slipped out.

Chet snorted. "Yeah. If you're Snoozy, Dopey, Grumpy, or Dizzy."

"What…?" Johnny voiced.

"You know," Chet explained. "Those little munchkin guys."

Roy laughed out loud. "Do you mean the Seven Dwarfs?"

"Yeah, that's them."

"Well, it's Sleepy not Snoozy. And none of them were named Dizzy," Roy explained.

"I think we're all dizzy for coming on this trip." Chet scooted into his sleeping bag.

"Shut up, Chet." Johnny growled from his sleeping bag.

"Good night guys," Roy added.