“But, it’s June," I protested.

“Guess Mother Nature didn’t get that memo,” he said.

“I’m surprised it hasn’t melted,” I said, recalling the warmer temperatures outside when we left the terminal.

“It’s a tad bit colder up where you see the snow. That's even higher than were we’re headed, but it’s still been pretty chilly at camp for the past couple of weeks,” he said, which explained his warm clothing. “You bring anything warmer?” he added, taking in my sandal-clad feet and long dress.

“Um, no, but I’m sure I’ll be fine,” I said, figuring it couldn’t be much colder than California weather during the winter. For the most part, I wore sandals year round.

He chuckled as he veered off the highway and pulled into the first shopping plaza I’d seen for the last twenty minutes.

“I think we need to get you some proper duds,” he said, opening his door as I looked at him questioningly.

“I’m sure I’ll be fine,” I tried to argue as he led me to the women’s section of the store.

“Trust me, you need these,” he said, propelling me toward the jeans. “The average temperature during the day has been

running in the high fifties and at night it’s fifteen degrees cooler.”

“Get out,” I said, not quite believing him.

“Believe me, you’ll freeze your a…” he cut off.

“I’ve heard the word ass before, Rick."

I turned to him, liking the sound of his sudden laughter. “No doubt. I just try to keep swearing to a minimum around the campers. It’s become a habit to correct myself.”

“How many campers do you have?” I asked, noticing the half-dozen or so God-awful flannel shirts he had tossed into the buggy. Even in colder weather, I usually wore oversized cable-knit sweaters and thick leggings under my long skirts. I put half of the flannel shirts back and picked out several hooded sweatshirts instead since I didn't see any sweaters to speak of.

“I cap it at fifty, twenty-five boys and twenty-five girls.”

“Wow, fifty? Your place must be huge.”

“Just under fifty acres,” he said, smiling at my shock. “I plan to acquire another ten acres next year.”

“How much do you charge for camp?” I asked, amazed at his enterprise.

“We’re nonprofit. The campers pay nothing. The state kicks in a few bucks, but I panhandle for the rest,” he teased.

I smiled, conjuring up a mental picture of him begging for loose change on the corner somewhere.

“I’d better go try these on,” I said, grabbing the overflowing stack of jeans and leggings I had added to the cart.

“Sounds good. I’ll pick up a few more necessities for you, and then we should be good to go.”

“More?” I asked, mentally calculating the bill in my head. I saw half the money I had saved for dorm room shopping disappearing.

“Just a few things,” he said, disappearing around the corner with the cart.

The first couple pairs of jeans fit perfectly, but I decided to only get one pair since I wasn't a huge fan of jeans anyway. I figured I could supplement the rest of my wardrobe with leggings I could wear under the long skirts I had packed, and if I was a little frugal, I could salvage some of my savings. Of course, the thought of trying to make it in the mountains with one pair of jeans and a couple pairs of leggings for six weeks was stupid. Sighing in resignation, I tried on the remaining jeans and picked the three pairs I liked the best. Maybe if I begged Chuck at the art supply store for extra hours he might throw me a bone. I still had four weeks to earn extra money once I was back home.

Rick was waiting for me outside the dressing room holding a heavy jacket, gloves and a hat.

“No way,” I said shaking my head. “We’re not going to Antarctica. That stuff will just go to waste,” I said, drawing the line at spending my hard-earned cash on something I didn’t need.

“Trust me, Kimberly, you’ll thank me by tomorrow,” he said, holding out the black jacket for me to try on.

“Fine,” I grumbled. “But I’m leaving the tag on. If I don’t need it, we can return it.” At least he had a knack for finding the right size, I thought.

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