On Tuesday we spent most of the day unpacking and reorganizing. We had to pull lots of things out of our containers, then start tearing into the RHI container. DJ and Brilliant were there to help, and a huge help they were. By 4:00 in the afternoon we started to dread the job of putting everything back into the containers, only to pull it back out again the next day. You can't leave anything laying around here or it will grow legs and walk away in the night. I suggested that in order to save some extra work, we could just camp out at the property that night. DJ jumped right on that idea - apparently it's been a long-time dream of his to go camping. Brilliant was a bit more tentative, but warmed up to the suggestion pretty quickly, once he cleared it with his father.
My plan was to lay out some bags of joint compound powder for a more comfortable sleeping surface. Brian started telling us we should sleep on top of the containers. Since I have a habit of talking in my sleep, I figured sleep-walking isn't too big a step (no pun intended). Sleeping 10 feet in the air with no rails or safety harness didn't exactly appeal to me. But then Brian said he would camp out with us if we slept on top, so I had to agree.
About 5:00 we wrapped things up and headed home for showers. It hasn't rained here for well over a month, and the dust is something terrible. I gathered our little grill and cooking supplies, then ran to the store for hot dogs and chips. We had left DJ and Brilliant at the containers to guard everything. When I got back I found out the guard from the abandoned store across the street (yes, the very same store from this story) saw us leave and then saw the boys still inside the property.
We had a great time. Ben played some guitar, we sat around and talked. Brilliant told us about a Boogyman movie he had watched once. The boys asked us some questions about sharing the gospel in the township, and then we called it a night.
After talking to everyone the next morning, I wasn't the only one who woke up several times. Brilliant had brought the leftover potato chips up with him, and every time he woke up he grabbed a mouthful of the chips. Ben woke up thirsty, but we hadn't thought to bring the water up. We did thing to pull the ladder up after us, you know, just in case. Ben didn't want to wake anyone up so he shimmied down the side of the container using the door for handholds, then shimmied back up ninja-style.
But the night passed without event, although the fact that Ben could climb over me, down to the ground, back up and over me again without me ever waking up says something about my watchdog skills.
The next day we got everything picked up, packed away, and the containers all locked securely. I'm not sure I want to make a habit of sleeping on plywood.