For the past two years we have gone camping with our good friends, the Byrne's, over Memorial Day weekend. We go to Stone Mountain in Georgia and have three days of fishing, talking, drinking and having a laid back, fantastic time. We always book the same campsite: a little slice of heaven on a peninsula, surrounded on three sides by water. The site boasts the perfect spot for our tent as well as a landing for the Byrne's and their, we're-too-good-for-a-tent-travel-trailer (just kidding Jacquelyn and Michael). It is a perfect campsite and we rebook it each May a full year in advance.
As some of you may remember, there was some rain on our Memorial Day parade last year in the form of a dead body we found floating in the waters of our campsite on the last day. In order to protect our children from what happened, we lovingly dubbed her, "The DB." Suffice it to say, the DB cast a black shadow over what was otherwise a great vacation. It took me a month or so but I was finally able to face what happened with some semblance of humor and not have "I see dead people" visions of that woman anytime I found myself in the dark. I was worried I would never be the same again but, alas, I am.
I'm the same chic with the same campsite booked for the same weekend this year and I desperately want to go. We have had lengthy discussions with the Byrnes about the possibility of returning to the site this year. Should we do it? Can we handle it? Will we freak out? Will I see her face as I walk the 100 feet to the bathhouse in the dark? Will I have panic attacks every time I walk out of my tent? Will we sit around the fire at night discussing every detail of the DB incident, obsessing about it? And, my personal favorite, will we find another DB floating in the banks of our campsite on Monday morning and find ourselves trapped in a LOST-like slice of the space/time continuum?
Will the DB cast a dark shadow on our return trip to Stone Mountain?
The site is booked and we want to go. What would you do?