Two large ones to the right and a smaller one to the left. “We register here,” H.D. said pointing to the smaller one. Registering was easy enough—simply entering the small building, filling out a sheet of paper with general information, and putting it, along with the very reasonable camping fees, in an envelope and dropping it in a slot. “They’re trusting, aren’t they?” Bean asked. “That’s what this place is all about,” H.D. replied. After they were done, H.D. showed Bean around the buildings they’d seen while driving up the hill. One was a kitchen and dining hall, one was for meetings, and a third that hadn’t been visible from the parking lot was a large shower house and dressing area. Coed showers. Interesting was all Bean could think. Did that mean he could be showering and a woman might walk in? He’d never seen a woman naked in real life. He wasn’t sure if a woman had ever seen him naked, unless it was during his appendix surgery years ago.
