Actually my friends Drenda and Tomica and I were lucky to have survived the camping trip which 

we took last weekend. For some reason we decided to camp in the Lemon Valley in the mountains

of  Taos New Mexico about 50 miles from the nearest telephone. When we arrived excited and 

tired the calendar indicated that the date was October 27 1993 which may not be the best time to 

camp alone.  Bill Carlton our guide for the weekend was not able to meet us.We were left 

alone;  however we decided that we could manage. First we cleared a camp siteset up the tent and

gathered wood for a fire. In fact we thought that we were doing quite well all things considered. To

maintain our confidence we turned up the volume on the portable radio. Sometimes things like that

work don't they? We agreed having worked steadily for two hours that we were ready for a 

well-deserved and needed rest. Besides we were getting hungry and the sun was setting.Drenda 

the clear-headed one planned a simple menu. Tomica collect some twigs for the fire she said. By 

this time the temperature not the coming darkness was beginning to seem like a problem. Wow

look at the sunset I blurted. The majestic and towering mountains seem to be our protectors as 

the  valley darkened.Then we heard it!  A long moaning sound drifted through the trees. Tomica 

always the strong one laughed and said Don't worry. It's only the wind. We agreed of course that 

there was no cause for alarm but our eyes were certainly wide open. We ran inside the tent to

safety. Well to make a long story short we could not leave soon enough and we were overjoyed to 

see the city limits sign. Yes you can bet that our next camping trip will probably be in the back yard