Elana smiled. “Hi. We have reservations for tonight.” She gave the woman the piece of paper with the confirmation details.
“Perfect.” The woman smiled and entered some information into the computer. She grabbed a map of the RV park and drew a line with a pink highlighter. “Here is where we are, and if you follow this line”—she tapped the paper—“here is your spot. The showers are open 24 hours, and here’s the code to enter.” She scribbled four numbers on the map and handed her two towels and washcloths.
Elana frowned. “The cabins don’t have showers?”
The woman frowned. “No. just beds.”
Elana felt her shoulders slump.
“Do you have any more questions?”
Elana shook her head. “No, thank you.” She grabbed the map and headed back to the van.
Her grandmother brightened when she got back to the vehicle. “Everything set?”
Elana cringed. “The cabins don’t have showers. We have to use the public showers.” She shoved the map and the towels at her grandmother. “The code is at the bottom of the map.”
Grandma Cecilia grinned. “I feel like a girl at summer camp. What about you, Elana?”
Elana arched a brow. “I never went to summer camp, so I wouldn’t know.”
She started the van and followed the directions on the map to where they’d be spending the night.
Elana frowned when she drove up to spot 23. “This can’t be right. This is a camping pad. It’s not a cabin.”
Her grandmother shook her head. “I didn’t reserve a cabin. I reserved this pad. So back in and let’s get out.”
Elana whipped her head around to face her grandmother. “Wait. You did what? Why would you get an RV pad? We have nowhere to sleep.”
Grandma Cecilia beamed. “Yes, we do. One person can sleep in the van while the other sleeps in a tent. I made sure that Anna packed the tent supplies in the very back.”
Elana blinked. She couldn’t believe her ears. “You mean…” Before she could say any more, someone honked behind her.
“Come on, dear. Back this van in so we aren’t blocking the road.” Her grandmother patted her hand.
Elana pulled forward a bit before putting the van in reverse and backing into the spot they had reserved for the night.
“Perfect. Now let’s get out and fix something for dinner.” Grandma Cecilia clambered out and shut the door behind her.
Elana slammed her mouth shut. She knew her grandmother would not enjoy camping out and would finally relent and get a hotel for tomorrow night. Maybe a cute bed-and-breakfast in that small town of Harland Creek that they were supposed to stop at. After killing the engine, Elana grabbed the keys and got out of the van.
Grandma Cecilia wiped her hand across the metal picnic table and grimaced. “Elana, grab those wipes out of the van. This table needs to be cleaned.”
Elana hiked her purse on her shoulder and opened the side door of the van and climbed inside.
She found the wipes underneath the tiny sink and pulled them out. She handed the container to her grandmother.
Her stomach rumbled.
“Let’s start dinner. I think Anna packed some hot dogs in the cooler. And there are some chips and buns as well.” Grandma Cecilia didn’t waste any time but started wiping down the metal picnic table.
Elana found the hotdogs and the bag of food and plopped them down on the table.
“We need to make a fire to get these cooked. There’s enough leftover wood in the firepit, and I saw some matches in the glove box.”
Elana nodded. “I’ll get them.” She returned with matches in hand to see Grandma Cecilia stacking the wood together. Elana bent and stuck a match. It lit on the first strike, and she held it to the wood, but it didn’t catch fire.
“We need something like kindling. Paper, maybe?”
