She’s actually pretty terrible with maps, but we were about a quarter of the way through New Mexico, and the alien signs were beginning to show up.
“Actually, this is it,” I said as I turned onto a narrow gravel road. We had arrived at our first destination, which was nothing more than a windy hillside with a makeshift fire pit and squeaky old bench. Dusk was quickly approaching, so we chose our spot (somewhere close enough to the bathroom to be convenient, but far enough away to not catch a bad draft) and got right to work. “I’ll start pitching the tent. Do you think you can get a fire going and watch Daisy?” I asked as Daisy curiously sniffed around. She would have never run away from us, but there’s no telling what kind of things she would eat.
By the time I got the tent up, we both started to realize this might not work out so well. “Ummm, the wind keeps blowing my fire out, and this is just like too hard,” my girlfriend complained. I couldn’t blame her though, because even the stakes holding the tent on the ground were being violently ripped