Deputy PorterChapter 229
I went out and unhitched the trailer. The changes to it could wait, I had decided to drive to the camp. I had been curious about it for months. I had filled the gas tank on the Ford before I left with the trailer. so I was good to go. The drive was only twenty minutes or so, but it seemed like a journey in time. When I entered the campground road and any trace of modern civilization was gone. There was no modern conveniences at the camp. That had always been the appeal of a church camp. It...