Leave No Trace Hiking
“Mommy, I am standing here quietly listening to the stampine coming up the mountain. It’s a stampine of werewolves, wild turkeys, bears and jaguars so you better go back inside the chalet.”
James runs into the room with his sisters running behind them naked except for a towel. Water drips off their legs leaving footprints along the wooden floor.
“MOM! James said the Son of a B word 3 times! He did!”
James’ lips tighten and he shouts back at them.
“No! I said it 6 times!”