Camping did seem like the safer way to go. Maybe if they camped instead of stayed at his parents’ cabin, they could avoid the possibility of running into his mother. It seemed like this poor guy needed a break from her desperate attempt to get a grandchild out of him. A nod rose and fell her head with a laugh. “Maybe camping would be best then. And trout sounds delicious!” She said with a grin.

It wasn’t long before the two were writing a list together of things they thought they would need. 4 days was enough for camping because she would have to pack up to return to her home in the city but 4 days sounded wonderful. After a while they presented the list to someone else. However his conversation on the phone interested her and she found herself tilting her head slightly when he said ‘that Jonna’. A blonde eyebrow rose at him as a small smile moved across her lips. If she was known that was something, it was a step forward to her being a journalist if she was recognized for her talents. But the fact that he looked embarrassed beforehand is what made her so curious.

Despite her curiousness, she was kind enough not to address it with him. In the end they split the list after they checked off the things they knew they had and he gave her a ride home. Maybe she was being overly excited for making a new friend and being able to do something fun but she found herself slightly nervous too. 

The next morning she was up early and packet a duffle bag full of her basic survival things before driving into town and picking up food and snack things. It didn’t take long before her dad’s truck had the necessities including stuff to make smores! What is camping without smores. 

It hit 10am by the time she got back and Duncan was due to pick her up at 10:30 so her timing was good. She loaded up the cooler with ice for the thing needed to be on ice and had her sleeping bag, a couple of blankets and her own tent. It was tiny but it would fit her. The sleeping arrangements were never discussed but she was far from going to make him share a tent with her. The least she could do was provide her own accommodations since he was providing so many supplies and the transportation up to the campsite.

Today she stood outside in a pair of blue jeans, boots in case they need to hike and a yellow t-shirt with her long blonde hair down. On her face sat a pair of tan glasses as she looked out onto her father’s driveway seeing the smoke coming. This time, he would not be greeted with a baseball bat and that’s probably something he appreciated.