I stopped for the night at a small state park camp ground on the side of a lake at Spanish Fort, Alabama.

Beautiful weather as I arrived. Watched the sun go down as I sat at an old wooden picnic table. A faded table in need of repair. A few spider webs woven between the legs. The webs architect poised on the edge waiting for dinner to fly into the web. I wished the little guy well and sat down next to him. Didn’t bother me. Might have bothered him.

I wrote as the sun went down over the trees on the western edge of the lake. Tired, ready to doze off, I tucked myself in between the bed sheets in the back of ARGO. I was just on the other side of the dozing off to dreamland when ARGO started rocking back and forth. Like someone was pushing on the door.

In my semi state of sleep I tried to dismiss the threat ...  thinking maybe I caused it when I rolled over to go to sleep. Maybe I made ARGO sway.

Didn’t feel any movement now. Maybe it was my imagination. I rested my head back on my pillow.

ARGO began rocking again. I was more awake now. A noise outside sounded like someone trying to get in. Another loud noise, a hit against the door.

I was wide awake now. It was real. A real noise. Not my imagination.

I abruptly stood up. Grabbed my flashlight that is a long metal tube. It would be my defensive weapon to fight off who ever was hitting on ARGO.

Another noise, another hit, but from the opposite side of ARGO. That threw me. I couldn't figure it out. Was someone throwing rocks at ARGO?

More rocking. I pulled the curtain back quickly on the sliding door window and pressed my flashlight against the window to blind anyone that might be standing there.

I didn’t see anyone. Then rain started pinging on the top of the roof. A gust of wind blew ARGO back and forth. ARGO starting rocking again harder side to side. It wasn't a person rocking ARGO. I realized it was the leading edge of a strong weather front that had popped up in the Gulf and was moving on shore. There was another loud bang on ARGO.
I pointed my flashlight to the ground outside the window. A pine cone hit the ground right in the circle beam of my light. I realized the sound I had heard was caused by falling pine cones from a tall pine tree next to where ARGO was parked.

Not like any pine cones I had seen before. These were solid ones. I weighted one of them that hit the top of ARGO: a one pound green and brown cone shaped missile. Yep, a hefty little guy. Would have hurt a lot if ARGO’s roof hadn’t been between me and the falling pine cone.

I breathed a sigh of relief over not having to fight a person off. This was God causing all the commotion outside. It was out of my hands at that point. Nature was in control. ARGO and I would have to ride out the storm. ARGO took the brunt of it. I dozed off to the sound of rain and thunder as the wind rocked me to sleep.