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The field seemed to go on forever, but I knew we were going to eventually get to the other side. We were walking through a field of tall grass and I wondered if there were ticks. I shuddered as I thought about it but didn’t say anything to my crewmates – some of the girls had been freaking out at the idea of ticks a couple of days earlier.
By the time I was done thinking about ticks, we had reached the edge of the field. I looked around to see where we would setting up camp, and immediately picked out a spot that I thought would work for the girls tarp.
Tullia and Bobby were on dinner, so as soon as they were ready Jen took them over to where we were eating. I had no idea where it was, but I knew that they were going to need water. The crew members on water duty went to start filtering water, while everyone else got the tarps up. It was still light outside, which was good for us – putting up tarps in the dark was not fun.
We had gotten faster at putting the tarp up – it only took us about fifteen minutes this time. We all spread our things out, my stuff on the edge of the tarp. I was one of the only girls who didn’t mind the edge, so I just took it every night. I didn’t like getting wet when it rained, but being on the edge helped with my claustrophobia.
As soon as I was done laying out my things, I grabbed my food stuff and headed towards the kitchen. At least, I was walking towards where it was supposed to be. I had no idea where the kitchen was. But I had been told to walk back through the field and turn left when I reached the trail head.
I was walking along, wondering when I was going to get to the kitchen, when Bobby appeared. Apparently they had forgotten something at the campsite and he was on his way back to get it.
“Yeah, if you just keep walking you’ll get there in a minute. Do you see that big tree? It’s just on the other side of it.”
I thanked him and hurried on, glad to know where my destination was.
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