Our first order of business this day was to obtain a newspaper and find out who won the Masters.  First thing in the morning when I awoke, Jody asked me who I thought had won, and I saw a picture of Tiger Woods in my head -- and so had she.  Not exactly a longshot, and of course when we got our paper (after a lovely 1 mile walk), the hunch was confirmed.

The day was lovely, and we had laundry to do, so we opted to just hang out in the campground and lake area, rather than do any of the hiking we had planned.  So that's what we did.  6 loads of laundry take a long time to do, so that was the morning, although it was more pleasant than it sounds.  The laundry room was just off of a small park in the woods, with a brook running through it.  Double swinging chairs faced the brook, so we passed the time waiting for the laundry by swinging in the chairs and reading in the hazy sunshine (current read-aloud: The Darwin Awards).  Meanwhile, the girls were putting on a batch of henna for some body art.

Near bedtime, I made a rather unpleasant discovery.  The weather being so mild, and there also being no insects in evidence, Jody and I decided to sleep out, perhaps in our tent.  We had bought a nice quality 4-person backpacking tent for our trip to Jennie Lakes with the Engle family last October.  I began pitching the tent, but was quickly brought up short: the tent we had was a tiny red 2-man tent that said "American Camper" on the door.  I just stared at it for a bit.  This not only was not our lovely 4-person tent; I have never seen this tent before.  We had somehow managed to bring someone else's (MUCH too small) tent.  Jody hopes that we still have our 4-person packed away at home; I think we may have inadvertently swapped it for this strange small 'American Camper' jobbie.  If you, dear reader, happen to know the whereabouts our our 'real' tent, or know who owns this little 'American Camper', please let us know.  In the meantime, we find ourselves in the Appalachians with no suitable tent.