Kendra
We stopped at Subway for lunch and continued the drive south. At about six o'clock we arrived in a small town and found a cheap campsite by a river. We parked under a row of weeping willows and spilled out of the van, eager to stretch our legs. Small Tammy, the youngest of the group, led the way down to the water, turning cartwheels every so often.
Later, after we pitched the tent together, we unloaded the folding chairs and sat outside and watched Bethany prepare dinner. We sat quietly and enjoyed the peaceful surroundings, swatting at mosquitoes now and again.
"Dinner's ready." Bethany served us each a plate of steak with pasta and broccoli and beans that had been steamed over the boiling pasta. "Savour every bite of those fresh vegetables, because we won't be eating them much." She said. "And the meat. It's hard to make a decent meal with so little ingredients. I miss my kitchen at home."
"It's good." I assured her. And it was. We sat outside and watched the stars come out while sipping coffee. When I eventually crawled into my sleeping bag in the tent, I had one last thought before I fell asleep. Maybe, just maybe, we'll have a good time together.