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We head east on the Sonoma Road. My dad knows a man who owns a ranch that goes back up into the hills. We camp in a wooded area of his land, near the creek. Some parts are so dense with trees that you stay dry in the rain. But it doesnt work if we leave the house in the rain and all our gear is soaked before we arrive.
Jeff was captivated. What do you take in the way of gear?
Everything you need to survive the weekendfood, a change of clothes, fishing gear
Do you fish?
Sure.
Does Gilbert know?
I do now. Gilbert spoke from the doorway. So when do we leave?
Not until I find out more about this camping, Jeff told him.
Bobbie could see that their questions could go on all day, and she knew she had to get some work done. Why dont we talk at lunch?
I think shes trying to tell us to get back to work, Jeff commented.
Jeff and Bobbie tried again at lunchtime to talk, but Rigg came in. The conversation turned to business at the mercantile, and again Jeffs questions to Bobbie were put off.
Bobbie thought nothing of this. In fact she had forgotten the entire discussion, so she was doubly surprised when Jeff appeared at her side to walk her home.
You can tell me about your camping on the way.
All right, Bobbie agreed after a surprised moment.
What do you usually eat?
Bobbie was having a hard time understanding why this was so interesting to Jeff, but she was a good sport and answered his queries.
My mom packs enough food for an army, but we fish and pick berries if the season is right. My dad always makes hot coffee and flapjacks over an open fire in the mornings. In fact theres nothing quite like an outdoor breakfast with a hot cup of coffee in your hand.
Bobbies voice was so wistful that Jeff found himself wanting to try this camping business. He wondered how Bobbie and her mother managed in their long dresses but figured that was none of his business.
Do you sleep on the ground?
We might now, I dont know. But when we were little we all laid our bedrolls in the back of the wagon. Dont forget, Jeff, I havent done this in five years. The statement was completely innocent, but Jeff felt like she had punched him in the ribs.
Im sorry, Bobbie.
Oh Jeff, Bobbie said as she immediately realized her mistake, I didnt mean it that way! Bobbie brought them to a halt with a hand on Jeffs arm. She could see he was still hurt.