She wasn’t really paying attention, but apparently it involved slopping mud into their boots. Real mature. If this was camping heaven, then Lili would rather be in hell. Up on Mount Tam, rain had been falling for most of the afternoon, pretty much ever since Cassandra’s dad dropped them off in the public parking lot, telling them to be sure to find a dry spot to pitch their tents. Good advice! There was no way her father would have just dumped them there and driven off. Even though Lili’s parents were strict and overprotective, at least they actually cared about their children’s welfare. Whereas Cassandra’s dad just seemed like he was in a hurry to get back to his pottery wheel or whatever it was he did in his “crafted art” studio. They’d hiked for two hours to get to the campsite near the river, stumbling over rocks and surrounded by swirling mist. Max had spent more time talking to Jason and Quentin than paying attention to Lili, even when she was almost bent double under the weight of her heavy pack.
