After an absence of many years, the Schmellow God (sorry, only Rob and Doug will get this reference) has decided to bless us with many visits.
One night, a couple of weeks ago, Michel and I had just finished talking to each other on Skype. Michel always went to the rec room at the campground (imagine a converted double garage with workout equipment, a games table and a desk) to work on the computer as the wireless internet connection was strongest there. Michel was contemplating shutting down the computer for the night when he felt something soft brush against his leg. Upon looking down, what did Michel see but a lovely little skunk! The small fellow felt the need to hang with Michel (he is a great guy after all) for several minutes. Michel thought it might be best to let his new friend get a substantial head start on his way home before Michel headed for his own home.
In the wee hours of Saturday morning, Michel and I awoke to the sounds of garbage being ripped apart. We were not concerned as all it takes is someone forgetting to put their food away to attract racoons. A little while later, I realized that I had left the “veranda door” open (aka: the fly to our tent was wide open on my side) as the perpetrator of the garbage fete was busy checking out my veranda. I could tell because it was walking on the tarp that goes under our tent and serves as a veranda floor on both sides of the tent. I was now tired of being woken up more than once so I hit the tent from the inside thinking that this would scare the culprit away. Oh, he was a pro and not so easily scared. Finally, I had to sit up to get it to run off. But it only went back to having a party with the neighbor’s garbage. By this time, Michel had lost his patience so he got out of the tent and whipped both his shoes at the beasty. Turns out that once again it was a skunk. Oh, so many opportunities to be sprayed and yet we were incredibly lucky.
We are happy to be writing to you stink free!
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