“About time,” Griffith chuckled, following Krista and Riley into the RV.  He had always liked the lake.  He wasn’t much of a fisher, but going out in a boat or taking a dip beneath the surface was always so relaxing.  Even if he didn’t dare let the water pass his lips.  That had been funny from the outside, but he had no intention of experiencing it.

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Griffith stepped out into the fresh air of the Red Lake.  It wasn’t that much different from the fresh air near the edge of town, if he was being honest with himself, but he enjoyed it all the same.  He was quick to find a flat piece of land and swung his bag around on the ground.  First pulling out a tarp and laying it flat, and soon his one-person tent followed.  It took about fifteen minutes, and had the back of the tent facing the lake.  That done, he unstrapped his sleeping bag from the rest of what he brought and unrolled in inside his dwelling.  The rest of said luggage soon followed.

It was then he heard Cassandra ask for help with the fire.  “Well,” he said “I should have a something stowed away in here.  Give me a sec.”  He rummaged around in his bag for a while, before finding an almost-empty box of long matches.  “Found them!”  He withdrew from the tent, and rolled to his side so that he was sitting, and tossed the matches to Cassandra.