Mr. Austin turned around and we walked to the camp site. “And I’m sure Julia can take care of herself, she’s not a kid anymore,” I laughed.“...es, you’re right. You all grow up so fast,” he said as he walked towards the camper.“Good night, Mr. Austin,” I opened the tent and went inside. A felt a bit bad leaving Julia like that, but it was better than being discovered by her dad. A few minutes later I heard the camper door open and close. That must have been Julia, and relieved, I fell. It was at this point I stopped and stared at the instructions. We were to offer gifts as a token of friendship and trust to each of the ministers. No one had said to bring any gifts and there certainly was no time to go find any.I cornered Charles, Milton and the attorneys about the discrepancy. After much searching, they found out they had been given a rough draft and not the final draft for the conduct of this meeting.To conduct the meeting without the gift offering would be considered an. "20 minutes later:"Well, that was close:70 to 45. Women run the show. You got to vote, you can complain. If it doesn't work we'll know." Second bone of contention: Winter Quarters."It's not going to get cold enough to snow here for about ten thousand years, like that will matter to me. Archaeology done in our old hometime tells us that this area is semi-tropical humid to semi-tropical dry with a rotation that lasts anywhere from a couple hundred years to one thousand years."This river does not. It was usually Ruth who got the cheek kisses; Helen always liked a nice firm smack on the lips, a source of unending embarrassment to the 14-year-old me who she'd fooled into giving her one that last time she visited us. Or the last time I remembered her visiting us, at least.Like the others, she was dressed in what I thought of as church clothes — skirts and sweaters for the women; pressed slacks, button-down shirts for the men. I felt very out of place in my jeans and flannel shirt. Jeanne, I.