CampsiteEveryone had trouble packing up the tents, sleeping bags and mats
I unzipped the tent to find the searchlight glaring into my eyes. I swore at the person with contempt as they laughed at the state of my morning hair. It was 5:30, yet the hilltops were still silhouetted against the moon. I gave my tent buddies a nudge, none budged. I gave up and made my own way to the hole, trying not to look down. By 6, all tents were unzipped; I had trouble rolling the mat and sleeping bag but I had no intention to copy the girls who at that point were all checking out themselves against the
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