“Jane!” Mark said. “Go back up the hill!” We had been goofing around down at the Shoshoni River’s edge in Rex Hale Campground in Wyoming just outside of Yellowstone. Mark was perched crazily on a big rock, and I was just getting ready to snap his picture when he yelled to me.
Towheaded Saggy Drawers bounded out of his tent at 6:30 a.m. with the energy that only 3-year olds wake up with. I happened to be making a trek to the bathroom and witnessed his exit from the tent. Big Brother was not far behind.