Free Camping Chaos by Franklin W. Dixon

1
Going Camping
    D ibs on this campsite!” Frank Hardy announced, setting his sleeping bag down.
    “Hey, don’t I get a say? We’re sharing a tent, remember?” his brother, Joe, reminded him.
    “Trust me. This is the perfect spot,” Frank insisted.
    “Why?” Joe asked curiously.
    “It faces the east, so the morning sun will warm us up. And there’s lots of moss and leaves, so it’ll be comfortable to sleep on,” Frank replied.
    “Uh-huh. When did you turn into Mr. Camping Expert?” Joe teased him.
    Frank grinned. “I read all about it in my camping book. Chapter two, ‘Picking the Ideal Campsite.’ ”

    Their friend Phil Cohen set his own sleeping bag down about ten feet away. “Yeah, well, Chet and I picked an even better spot. We used the new camping app on my cell phone.” Phil loved apps, which were like computerprograms. He had been obsessed with electronics since he was in first grade.
    “What’s so great about your spot?” Joe asked Phil.
    “Well, the ground here slants a little. So if it rains, the water will wash downhill and not form a puddle under our tent,” Phil explained. “Plus, we have a clear three-hundred-and-sixty-degree view all around us, so we can see any bears or panthers or other predators coming.”
    Chet Morton blinked at Phil. “B-bears? And p-panthers?” he stammered. “Um, maybe we should turn around and go home. . . .”
    “Don’t worry, Chet. There are no bears or panthers in Bayport State Park,” Fenton Hardy said quickly. He glanced at his watch. “Come on. Let’s get busy with our tents. It’s almost time for the welcome meeting over at the main lodge.”
    Mr. Hardy was Frank and Joe’s dad. He had brought the four boys to Bayport State Park forthe annual fall Fun with Camping weekend. There would be hiking, canoeing, animal tracking, a tent-decorating contest, and other cool activities.
    Frank pulled his camping book out of his backpack. He opened it to chapter 3, “How to Pitch Your Tent.” He and Joe had pitched tents before, but it was good to get a refresher.
    The brothers worked efficiently. First they cleared the ground of any rocks and branches that might dig into their backs while they slept. Next they laid down a tarp and smoothed it out with their hands. The tarp was waterproof and would prevent rain and other moisture from seeping in.
    After that they inserted metal rods into their tent and popped it up. They set the structure upright on top of the tarp and staked it into the ground using a wooden mallet. Finally, they arranged their sleeping bags, lanterns, flashlights, and other equipment inside.
    When they were done, Frank stepped back to admire their work. It was a perfect home away from home—for the next two nights, anyway!
    Their dad finished pitching his tent on the other side of Frank and Joe’s. Phil and Chet finished pitching their tent too. Then the five of them grabbed their water bottles and set off for the welcome meeting.
    They took a narrow dirt path that meandered through the sun-dappled forest. The leaves on the trees blazed red, gold, and orange. Squirrels scurried around, busily collecting acorns. The air was cool and crisp and smelled like apples. Phil took lots of pictures with his camera phone along the way.
    At the end of the path, they came to a wide clearing. In the middle of the clearing was a large log cabin with a sign that said: GOOSEBERRY LODGE.
    Just outside the lodge, a bunch of kids and their parents sat on tree stumps arranged in a wide circle.Frank recognized Beatrice Lesser and Lina Kim, who were in the fifth grade at Bayport Elementary School. Frank, Phil, and Chet were nine years old and in the fourth grade; Joe was eight and in the third grade.
    The four boys and Mr. Hardy sat down on a row of tree stumps right behind Beatrice and Lina and their parents. Everyone was buzzing excitedly about the weekend. Beatrice and Lina were talking about their matching bright pink tents. A moment later a tall,