Trespassers!

On Sunday night, someone knocked on the door of our oldest girls' cabin. They thought it was the boys, but Monday morning, we discovered that they had been in their cabin and it wasn't likely that it was anyone at camp. Hmmmm....

The lead staff and the counselors whose cabin it was and I all spoke about it and let us know if it happened again. My dad told all of us he wanted to know immediately if anyone heard anything.

11:30pm last night I hear my name over the walkie talkie. "Are you awake?"

Of course... I am always awake at 11:30 because that is when things happen.

The knockers had returned. They pounded on the door, made a yelling noise and then ran into the woods.

I knocked on my dad's bedroom door and whispered, "they knocked on the cabin."

CRASH$^*#*^$^%#BOOM$%#&&^$)%(%&%_!~~~POW!!!#%^&*()*&^%$#

Judging by the noise, I guessed he maybe back flipped or somersaulted out of bed.

A stream of four letter words and threats of death poured out of his mouth as we headed down the pitch black road, flashlights in hand. I gently reminded him that we represented camp and so we could probably solve this less violently than he was describing.

11:45pm, walking down the dark road on a mission to find some trouble makers... typical day at the office, I guess.

We didn't find the assailants, but we did find a nearby cabin with a golf cart in the riveway that matched the description of the one the staff thought they saw on Sunday night.

This morning we went back to the cabin and my dad sat quietly, flexing his muscles and making mean faces as I politely introduced myself to the gentleman who answered the door. I explained that we'd had some trouble the past two nights and didn't want to accuse anyone, but had seen a golf cart like theirs and if we continued to have trespassing incidents, we would be calling the authorities. He let me know that he had 3 teenage boys who'd been out and he didn't know if it was them, but he'd send them by later. I thanked him and left.

About 15 minutes later, three miserable looking boys stood on my porch, heads hanging, shoulders slumped.

"Are you the visitors from last night?" I asked with a smile.

They were and they apologized. I told them we wanted to be friends with our neighbors and they could come by as long as it wasn't after dark. They thanked me for being so cool about it and not pressing charges (apparently they overheard my conversation with their father). I thanked them for coming by.

Hopefully that's the end of late night nonsense for the rest of the summer.