kf115+The+Hiking+Trip

All Prepared?

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. They made the tent and began to unpack their bags to look for all of their supplies.

Suddenly they realized they forgot their flashlights. "You said you were going to remember everything to pack and now we're stuck on the Appalation Mountain trail with no lights," screamed Dad. "I'm sorry I forgot maybe we can have some quality family time," exclaimed Robert. "I don't want to do that I would like to have fun reading spooky stories around the camp fire," said Dad. "Wait did you say camp fire," he said aloud. "Yes," said Dad. "Then we could use the light of the fire as our light," said Robert. "Great idea son," said Dad. They roasted marshmallows on the fire and told spooky stories. In the end it didn't matter that they didn't have a flashlight as long as they had some king of light.

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