Waldo was still sleeping when Wilma woke up, so she slipped into fresh clothes and went out for a morning walk. She liked the crisp morning air in the crowded campground. A short walk would be a good way to wake up before making some breakfast over a campfire.
Wilma stopped to untie Woof from where he had slept outside the tent. He wagged his tail at her and bounded off to find a place to do his business. She knew he would come back when he was ready and that he wouldn't cause any real trouble. He was a good dog and a highly experienced traveler.
Glancing around the campsite as she walked, Wilma saw that most of the campers were still asleep. A man was snoring loudly as he swung in a hammock that was stretched between two large trees at the edge of the woods. Nearby, a tall woman snoozed in a tent that was so small that her head and feet poked out of it.
A short walk from the tent Wilma had shared with Waldo brought her to a circle of sleeping bags. Each bag belonged to a little girl, maybe a scouting troop of some kind on a camping trip. Two of the girls were awake giggling uncontrollably and putting shaving cream in one of their sleeping friend's hands. Wilma smiled, remembering similar antics from her own childhood.
As she approached the edge of the forest, the veteran traveler decided to give into some childish whimsy and spend some time picking flowers. She hummed to herself as she reached for some butter-yellow daisies.
More the campers around her began to awaken and prepare for the day ahead, but her attention was drawn to the shrieking laughter of the girls from the circle of sleeping bags. It made her smile and think about how nice it was to start the day in such a pretty place, surrounded by so many happy people on vacation.