Monday, August 15, 2005

Scott called just now to clarify my account of his and his sons' near-miss disaster. In both cases it was a full tree that fell over. The first tree narrowly missed their tent while the three of them were riding out the storm at the campground clubhouse. Later, during a second storm while they were IN THEIR TENT, another tree broke off nearby. Fortunately, it splintered high enough that their tent was in the triangle formed by the trunk of the tree and the broken part. Had the break been lower or higher, they would have been crushed. Both trees were about 2 1/2 feet in diameter--no twigs, for sure! [Jalen, in his account to Sue, told her, "They were 80 to 60 feet high!"] Scott said a man camping nearby came over after both incidents. The first time, he told Scott it was a miracle they were spared. The second time, the guy helped Scott get himself and the kids out of the tent, then went back to pack up his own family and get out of there. Jalen has declared he is NEVER going camping again.

2 comments:

Anonymous said...

That's why you bunk with those "city folks" in our family that have those fine fancy pull behind campers with more room than a large apartment and cost more than a small house!

Anonymous said...

Weren't me, McGee, that sent the
post re "cvity folks"
SMITW