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Indiana Dunes State Park- Friday evening

By the time the group rolled in to the Indiana Dunes it was probably too late to do any real hiking, but you had plenty of time to get set up for the night. Which meant putting up tents, building fires and cooking. You know, the fun stuff before the temperature dipped into the high 40's overnight.

You could also explore the campgrounds! There were electrical hookups... but the ones at this site were on the fritz, so hopefully people brought portable chargers if they really needed their phones. Or you could ask someone at a neighboring site to ask theirs and make new friends. There was also a pump for fresh water and bathrooms that were nearbyish, if you didn't mind a little bit of walking.

So maybe tonight was a little bit of work. It'd just mean you really earned whatever dinner and junk food you brought.

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"They are made of the same material as kites and dresses sold at Wal-Mart," said Irene, who had never even stepped foot in a Wal-Mart so just ignore her. "They don't count."

"They also keep out the cold and bugs, and that's what really matters," Kitty said. "And you'd probably have more bugs in a cabin anyway."

Maybe. Maybe not.

"There haven't been any inside any of the cabins I've been to before," Irene told her contrarily.

Guess how many cabins she had been to before? (Airplane cabins and other jokes about traveling did not count, here.)

Kitty eyed her. "Have you been to a lot of cabins?"

"You know, before I fake-died I was quite the little jet-setter," Irene told her. "I've traveled to five of our seven continents. So of course I've come across a cabin or two."

Probably? From a distance? Look, she was a world-class traveler, but usually it involved air-conditioning and a lot of alcohol. But whatever, that was irrelevant here.

"Huh. I didn't really figure you for a cabin girl," Kitty said, which was true.

"More a cabin girl than a tent girl," Irene said, which was absolutely true. But she was also more a five-star resort girl than a cabin girl, so.... "Is this a normal thing you do? Like, you seem relatively at ease here, darling."

And you were almost getting side-eyed for that, Kitty. Something between side-eyeing and admiration was going on, anyway.

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"I went a couple times when I was younger," Kitty said. "So I think I can get things done and if not then... maybe Clint can."

Irene was not going to vocalize how pathetic that made her feel, that a younger Kitty (and thus: a child, since it wasn't like Kitty was especially old now) had done well with this. Instead, she was just going to venture, "And what sorts of things does one do when one camps? Aside from pitch a tent successfully," which she'd get to any minute now, "and cook things over an open flame?"

"Well, there's hiking. There's a beach, too. Maybe a little cold to go in the water, but it's there. Mostly it's just a chance to get away from everything being so busy."

Also there was not a ton to do.

Irene eyed her suspiciously. "And yet everything is a little bit more difficult, so how does that help with getting away from life's stresses?"

Because at home she had hardly ever even struck a match, let alone built a campfire. (Or watched someone else build a campfire.)

"It's not really more difficult. Just a little challenging at first and then you get to get away from all the messes back home," Kitty said. "Trust me, it'll get awesome."

Or not, whatever.

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