[Story contributed by Betsy Scott Metzger]
I was hiking in the Smokies recently and it started to rain heavily. Some of the group started complaining, but I welcomed it. I remembered all of those weekends we spent camping. One night in particular, a group of us were huddled under a tree staring each other down waiting for the first person to crack and rush off to a motel, or car, or some other sturdier shelter. The ringleaders of course were Bill and Pete, but I was happy to be part of the game and proud of my fortitude — if not my good sense!