Originally Posted by
Alan Klein
Once I went camping with my first wife along the Delaware River in New York State, green country. I put the pup tent about 30 feet back from the river. When we woke up, we were floating around inside the tent on the inflatable mattress. It had rained all night. So we got up, abandoned the camp and everyone else who had camped on higher ground and found a diner and had breakfast. Afterwards, we went back to the campsite. Everyone thought we had already left for good. So anyway, we packed up and left. End of our camping adventure.
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