This morning when I was driving in to work there was a big truck tailgating me for a while. Naturally, I slowed down, and fortunately he passed me.

It brought my dream from last night back into my memory. Strange how that happens.

I was going camping with my flyball club, the Thunder Paws. I was in the truck my captain and her husband own, and he was driving and pulling their big trailer behind them. We drove up some curvy canyons and to a place I swear I have been to before in my dreams. I think I was water skiing at a lake up there in my high school dreams, and I think I was going to star parties up there when I did astronomy.. in my dreams.

We drove around the camp ground and tried to find a camp spot, but they weren’t letting anyone on the grass like they used to because of all the rain. It was very wet and they were afraid the trailers would ruin the grass. Then the flyball captain’s husband remembered he had forgotten something in a city about an hour behind us, and he had to go back for it. I didn’t really want to go with but didn’t have anywhere to wait in the wet rain.

I can still picture the camp ground. Not many trees in the main area, a paved road went in a large loop around an oval center with picnic tables. Then there was another area off the road that did have trees. There were no camping spots there, per se, but there was vast green where the dogs could run and that is where we wanted to park the trailer.