Jameela woke up enthusiastic. That burst of energy, engulfing her making her giddy and anxious, at the same time, lightheaded. She was thrilled at the prospects of what the day would bring. Perhaps more relaxing on her favorite stone by the steam. It was third day of camp, so everyone was busy. It was quite early, but the sun had already shone brightly. She smiled, feeling the sun was in accordance to her plans.

Ever since she knew the location they were camping, all she had done was research. Part of her findings was that the climate here in Savannah was subtropical. They had mild winters too, and hot summers,...