Where the Buffalo Roam..

Yesterday, while sorting out the mama drama, I was reminded of a camping trip to South Dakota as a child. We used to camp as children and it was great fun at all times. Poor mom still had to cook, clean, and micromanage her kids like normal, but we were all out in the fresh air seeing new things in the cheapest way possible. We would load up the old station wagon with all of our gear and the eight to go off and explore our magnificent country.
South Dakota stands out in the back of my mind as the most memorable, not because of Mt Rushmore or anything but for the things that happened on that trip. While camping, we had buffalo roaming through the campground. We thought this was great fun. Mom didn't think that was so much fun because after going to the bathroom and trying to come out, you guessed it, a buffalo was trying to come into the loo. She was stuck in the outdoor bathroom for an hour or so and lets not forget the heat or smell she had to endure.
We settle down to go to sleep in our eight man tent and a storm starts to brew. We all scramble to the station wagon for safety and watch the storm throughout the night. We watched every one's pots, pans, tents, and just about everything imaginable be lifted in 65 mile an hour winds, swirl around us. The station wagon was trying to be comforting by rocking us through the storm. We and everyone else survived that night and had a lost and found game the next day. It was great fun picking things up from the storm and putting them in a pile for the adults to sort over.
That was the vacation I learned Elax was not a chocolate bar. On the way home, I found the first aid kit filled with yummy chocolate. Of course, being a little sneaky and not wanting to share my chocolate find with the rest of my brothers and sisters, ate it all. Needless to say the gut cramps were overwhelming and I wanted to stop every two minutes to have some Hershey squirts. My loving father didn't have that kind of time to get home from the vacation so mom and him rigged a coffee can for me to poo in all the way home. I not only learned that Elax was not chocolate, but had to learn to balance on a coffee can in a moving car while all of my brothers and sisters got to watch. I am sure the smell was not all that pleasant for us but that was before air conditioning in the car so at least the windows were down. I am very selective about when and where I go to the potty to this day. I wonder why. Too my parents and siblings, I am sorry for the smell and wished I would have shared my chocolate.