< ![CDATA[   Tonight was a comdey of errors. After a fairly good day's ride, 30+ miles in very good time, we got to the campsite, setup, had dinner and headed to the showers. First we find from the girls that the showers cost $.50 per 6 minutes of shower. Drag. Off to the front office for quarters. Fortunately, the clerk just returned for a short time; probably forgot something. Back to the shower house. Open the door to see, and more immediately smell, that the drainae for the bathrooms is backed up... all over the floor. Not certain if this is indeed the case, I shave. The water rises. The girls are taking showers next door. The water rises. The boys and I head for the hills... literally. Back on the otherside of the camp, up a hill, is another bath house. We try our luck there. No water, no smell; things are looking up. But is there water and it is hot for the showers? We turn on a fuacet to find water, and it even gets hot. Great! And, no quarters necessary. Awesome! "Okay boys, off with the clothes, it's free hot showers!" I run the water in the shower to get the temperature adjusted while three little boys strip down. Suddenly, the water stops running. Everywhere. "Not good, boys." off I go to see what's happened. After looking around the building and finding nothing, I tell the boys to get their clothes back on, we're going back to the stinky shower. "Awww... do we hafta?" Ezra moans. "You don't want to go naked, do ya?" I reply. They get dressed. While waiting for them, i turn on a faucet. The water comes out fine. "Hey boys, water's on. Get undressed!" Cheers from the fans of not going to the stinky showers. The water stops. Either someone is playing a cruel joke, or there are some major plumbing problems. I wait and try again. Sure enought, there's more water. So, I figure tehy must be having issues getting the water up the hill and that the pressure tank is slowly filling. So, we can get showered in spurts. One kid at a time, I get them in the shower, turn the water on to get wet, then off. Soap up without water and turn it on to rinse. Of course, this takes considerably longer than the writing mass of boy that the usual quarter shower entails. So, to keep them out of trouble, I park the clean ones on the counter with strict instructions to not horse around. Instead of horsing around (the usual entertainment) they break into rounds of singing "Davey Crockett." Elisha's the only one who knows all the words, so he's the choir director. But no one listens to him, choosing to make up their own lyrics instead: "Born in a hospital in Indiana. Has a big sister whose name is Hannah. What does he do when he has to pee? He goes outside to find a tree! Gabey, Gabey Miller King of the Fern Hill frontier!" Well, at least they're clean now.]]>