The following morning I had a hard time figuring out if I had wet in my sleeping bag during the night because everything was wet from the dew that had accumulated over night. Even Mom and John woke up to find that their sleeping bag was wet.
We got a late start that morning because Mom wanted to hang our bedding up to dry so that we wouldn’t have to sleep on wet things the following night. It wouldn’t have mattered to me because I am use to having to sleep with wet sheets.
While John made breakfast I was sent to go swimming in the pond again because Mom said I smelled like a barn. I think I said something smart back, but I can’t remember now what it was. Boy that water was the perfect temperature too.