im115+The+Hiking+Trip

Hike
Robert and his father had enjoyed hiking and camping out together ever since Robert was old enough to walk. Their favorite hiking trail was the Appalachian Trail which stretches from Maine to Georgia. They had never walked that far of course, but enjoyed the section of the trail that passed through their part of Pennsylvania.

Although his dad always picked the date, it was up to Robert to plan the meals, shop for the food, and get all the necessary supplies packed for the outing. Dad always insisted that Robert create a checklist so that nothing would be forgotten, but sometimes Robert got lazy.

"If we forget anything it won't be a big deal," Robert explained to his mother. "There are always other hikers around who will loan you a can opener or share their matches."

Mother just shook her head as if she disagreed but said nothing. She had firmly stated from the very beginning that these trips had nothing to do with her and she would not get involved. Mosquitoes, sore feet, and using a bush for the bathroom was not her idea of a vacation.

Robert checked the calendar, this weekend was their next trip and here it was already Thursday. He had totally forgotten!

"No big deal," he said aloud. "I've packed our supplies a thousand times." "Sure you don't want to make a list," asked his mother, sipping a cup of tea at the kitchen table.

"Never had a problem before," Robert answered confidently, besides if I forget one little thing what could possibly go so wrong.

If he only knew.

As the sun began to set, Robert and his dad decided to make camp for the night. "Where's the camping stuff Robert," dad asked. "Ummmm right here dad." "Right where Son." " At the house, I forgot." "