The Toad Less Raveled

     You may not believe we could afford it, but Reed and I own a condo at Meadow Lake--for one week each year.  We did not buy it for the thrill of driving 14 miles to the vacation destination of Columbia Falls, we bought it so we could trade the points to vacation in more exotic places--like Burbank.  We also bought it because ownership allowed us to use the facilities at Meadow Lake and the cabin at Woods Bay.  The last two Sunday afternoons we have gone to Woods Bay to swim, canoe, barbeque and enjoy the peace and quiet.  The latter hasn't been possible because the last two Sundays we have encountered the same group of families that seem somewhat out of place.  Try as I might to be spiritual, I have mentally labeled them "trailer trash".  I had this feeling I had stumbled into a National Lampoon "Vacation" movie.  No one was playing the Chevy Chase role, but the father would definitely have been played by Randy Quaid.
    There are one boy and four girls between the two/three? combined families.  The girls communicate only by screaming.  One of the girls has been the same shade of sunburned pink for both weeks.  There is ample opportunity to observe this because she is wearing a bikini that is too small for her even though it is big and she is only 9.  Fortunately the little tag of the bikini bottom sticks up and covers an additional inch of her butt crack.  She is the most proficient of the screamers.
    Also in the group is a scruffy haired, long bearded man but I don't know if any of the children belong to him or who would play his role in the "Condo Vacation" movie. There is a caretaker and guests have to sign in, so it is unlikely that so many people simply gate crashed two weeks in a row, but they definitely don't look like your typical condo owners.  They just seem slightly out of place.  For instance, a minor displacement of letters turns the phrase "the road less traveled" into "the toad less raveled", but it makes all the difference.