The family plus a few others went to South Dakota for the weekend. A huge Christian music festival -- LifeLight -- called to us and we answered that call. Leeland, Toby Mac, Tait, Jars of Clay, Chris Tomlin, Casting Pearls, Big Daddy Weave need I go on?
Because we hover around "cheap" on the spendthrift meter, we camped.
The KOA Camp was a nice little place with pool and two shower rooms. Packed full of concert-goers and folks taking advantage of a three day weekend, we had to be creative in slipping in showers.
Sunday morning I woke with the sun, or one of the rumbling semis across the road. Since I was up, I thought I'd try my luck with an empty shower.
The silent campground told me I’d probably not be waiting in line. This was confirmed as I crunched through the gravel under the silvery, cloudy sky and entered the empty shower room.
Now -- I must tell you I'm a fan of Hitchcock -- to a point. Most of his stuff doesn't scare me. I actually laughed during Rear Window when poor Jimmy Stewart takes a tumble. I've seen Vertigo, North by Northwest, The Trouble With Harry, Saboteur, Rebecca, and To Catch A Thief. But I've drawn the line at two of his movies. I saw a portion of The Birds as a child and was never the same. And my mother swears that Psycho kept her out of a shower for months, so I've made it a point to never watch it.
You think I digress...I do not. So, while the sun crept into the shimmery gray sky, I entered the shower. The empty room echoed, but I remained undisturbed.
While lathering my hair, I heard a loud clang. Assuming it was one of the trucks loading or unloading, I rinsed.
And then the lights went out.
To be continued...