On one of our outings to Julian Price Campgrounds, William Robert literally "fell through the crack".
At bedtime, Susan slept on the small bed which was improvized from the table, etc. Alan Monroe and William Robert went to bed in the upper bunk, over the "daily" table area. "Ma" and I slept in the "master bedroom", opened up from the couch. Thomas Ed and a visitor were sleeping in a pup tent.
All went well apparently, until next morning when William Robert found himself in the lower bunk with Susan. "I wanted to sleep in the upper bunk", he wailed. During the night he had slipped through the "crack" between the wall and the upper bunk and Susan had covered him where he slept till his rude awakening next morning.
We finally convinced him that we had not moved him and the camping trip continued without further mishap.
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Boy, how I wish I could slip through a crack these days! (And I believe that happened at Davidson River Campground in the Pisgah Forest outside of Brevard - another wonderful place we spent time at occasionally)
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