“Well, there’s cold breakfast food with canned milk.” Penny burrowed deep in a box of supplies stored in the car. “Two soft bananas. No coffee, I’m afraid.”
“Wonderful!” Mr. Parker said grimly. “Well, bring on the bird food.”
Penny set the table and dished up the dry breakfast cereal.
“At least we have beautiful scenery,” she remarked as she sat down to the dismal repast with her father. “Just look at those grand old trees.”
“The place is all right. It’s camping that has me tied in a knot. Now at the Crystal Inn we could be comfortable—right on the beach too.”
“No,” Penny said, though not very firmly. “We’ll like it here after we get adjusted.”
“Need any supplies today?” Mr. Parker asked abruptly.
“Yes, we’ll have to have fresh meat and milk. I forgot salt too and bread.”
“I’ll drive down to Sunset Beach and get the things. May as well take the stove along too and try to have it repaired.”
“That might be a good idea,” Penny admitted, though with reluctance. “Don’t be gone long, will you? I thought we might explore some of the trails.”