Time to Go

I got held up this evening on the way to the Camp. A man called just as I was leaving and wanted to come see the Turkeys I had for sale. He was close by and I figured it wouldn't get dark for a couple hours... As usually happens when I am in a hurry, the man wanted to chat. And chat. He did buy a pair of the Black Spanish Birds, though, so I guess it was worth my lost time. At least that's what I told myself until I didn't get to the site until almost dark. It wouldn't have been as bad if I could have just parked the truck right next to the cabin where a hop, skip and jump would have put me IN the cabin. But, noooo, after all the rain we've had this Spring, I had to hike in. OK, so it's only 1/2 a mile. You might say that isn't very far. It is when you're carrying extra clothes and books and games in a back pack, a flashlight and mobile phone in one hand and a couple bags full of things we might need, probably won't but one can't be too careful, in the other hand and using both eyes to see in front, to the side and behind all at one time. Seemed like 20 miles to me. I don't really mind the trees cause they do a good job of blocking the sun during our daytime hikes. It's at night when ANYONE could be standing behind one that it gets creepy for me. But, I marched on. Bravely humming hymns. And I made it to the cabin in record time. Only to see lights on where there should not have been lights on. Ah, the dilemma. Do I turn around and race, ok, walk really fast, back to the truck. In the gloomy darkness. WIth who knows who out there? Or do I assume someone left the lights on last time we were here and head on in to set things up before the rest arrive? Or do i just hunker down right here under this huge old pine tree and wait for reinforcements, who will laugh themselves silly over my sissiness?