Camp As the big tour bus pulls onto the long never ending dirt road, the shouts could be heard for miles around. Branches scratch the sides and roof of the bus. Windows are open and the fresh summer air glides into the bus. The dirt flies up from the road and kisses the bus’ sides. Approaching the same old grassy parking lot, emotions start to fill up. Getting off the bus, finding the bags brought to camp, and walking the twisted paths, getting to the cabin is most exciting. The door of the cabin has a moth eaten screen covering half of the door.