What makes you sweat?
The Timber sits half of a mile off a gravel road, nestled in the rolling green hills of north east Iowa. The kids were filled with excitement at the thought of spending the day in grandma and grandpa’s timber playing in the spring fed stream, trout fishing, and riding four wheelers. As the one lane gravel road curved to the gate of the property, the kids let out a gasp. There, at the end of the green meadow, nestled below the old oak trees sat an RV!
As the kids tumbled out of the van, they raced to the RV for a tour. The RV was stifling hot inside, the air still, yet the excitement propelled the kids through the trailer with great speed.
As promised the day was hot. The kids spent the afternoon wading in the stream, skipping rocks, and exploring the lush woods while grandpa cranked up the fuel powered generator in hopes of cooling the RV. Much to his dismay, he discovered the air conditioner would not work. The sun penetrated our clothing; our foreheads beaded with perspiration as we tried to get it fixed. The heat index soared to 110.
About this time, nature called, and my 11 year old son quickly ran into the steamy camper. Seconds turned in to minutes. No Mike. About the time we were going to check on him, the door burst open, mission accomplished! His face streaked with sweat that ran down his face, he zipped out of the camper and took off into the woods with a smile, happy to be free.
Later that evening, we played a game of Loaded Questions. The question was, “What Makes You Sweat?” We read the answers. Humidity, hot sun, and then the kitchen erupted with laughter at the answer “sitting in the RV with no air conditioning in a bathroom that has no windows with sweat running down your face”. Only one person could have THAT definition of what makes you sweat!
As the kids tumbled out of the van, they raced to the RV for a tour. The RV was stifling hot inside, the air still, yet the excitement propelled the kids through the trailer with great speed.
As promised the day was hot. The kids spent the afternoon wading in the stream, skipping rocks, and exploring the lush woods while grandpa cranked up the fuel powered generator in hopes of cooling the RV. Much to his dismay, he discovered the air conditioner would not work. The sun penetrated our clothing; our foreheads beaded with perspiration as we tried to get it fixed. The heat index soared to 110.
About this time, nature called, and my 11 year old son quickly ran into the steamy camper. Seconds turned in to minutes. No Mike. About the time we were going to check on him, the door burst open, mission accomplished! His face streaked with sweat that ran down his face, he zipped out of the camper and took off into the woods with a smile, happy to be free.
Later that evening, we played a game of Loaded Questions. The question was, “What Makes You Sweat?” We read the answers. Humidity, hot sun, and then the kitchen erupted with laughter at the answer “sitting in the RV with no air conditioning in a bathroom that has no windows with sweat running down your face”. Only one person could have THAT definition of what makes you sweat!
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