It’s now or never, I finally told myself as I unzipped my sleeping bag and poked my head out of my tent. I’d been putting it off for as long as I could, not wanting to leave the warmth of my covers but my bladder was about ready to explode. The smell of the burnt maple wood was crisp as it saturated the autumn air. Nice choice for firewood, I smiled as I thought about Abby. It was pretty pathetic none of the guys thought to do the heavy lifting or bothered to go with her when she said. Had I heard her earlier she would have never had to chop that wood herself.
