One mystery of the day was never solved on our part. In the morning, we heard a siren and saw a police car turn into the campground. This was followed by at least five more squad cars and a couple of medical units. We never heard an ambulance leave, nor were able to find out what happened. Seems like six police cars signaled something major.
We ended up with a late supper because the firewood purchased from the campground turned out to be very wet pine and only cooked our hamburgers with the help of half a bag of charcoal and a large dose of lighter fluid.
But it has been an amazing--a sadly overused word--experience for me. As I said yesterday, I wish I could have heard everyone's story. It will certainly affect my next book, Trailer on the Fly.