The cold really makes those Spring days seem pretty far away. One thing my family has looked forward to each June was the Fort Sisseton Historical Festival in Northeast South Dakota. It has always been an impromptu family reunion of sorts and one particular year, as a boy, I was allowed to bring one friend along. So that year my buddy Wade and I did the tough-guy camping-on-the-prairie with our sleeping bags next to the fire thing. We had had a long day of running around the fort, taking it all in, and pretty soon we were out like lights. My parents were tucked away in the camper and we were sleeping under the stars.... it was perfect... until the camper door came crashing open in the middle of the
night. It seems that sometime in the night Wade had kicked and rolled enough that the bottom end of the sleeping bag had gotten dangerously close to the fire, well close enough that it was on fire! The guy crashing out of the camper was my father who had just happened to take a look out the window to see if the fire was out yet... umm, not quite out, I guess. We had camped next the slough outside the fort this year so my dad was caught in a dilemma... do I drag the sleeping bag, kid and all, to the water to put it out, find other water or stomp it out. Seeing as putting someone with their legs and arms in a sleeping bag in a body of water doesn't sound like it has a good ending, he opted to smother the flames with another camp blanket. Of course this happened pretty fast, so I never even got out of my sleeping bag before it was over. Dad
went back inside, I went back to sleep and the funny part is the Wade never woke up during the whole thing. We had to tell him about it the next day. He did say his feet seemed a little colder later in the night, though.
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