Fera raised one eyebrow skeptically. "Right. You were making sure her fries weren't poisoned." She directed her attention at Orr. "Yes, how is wherever we're going such a good spot for squatching?"
"Everybody in the car." Orr grinned slyly. "I'll tell you once we're moving again." He walked over to the counter and paid the bill for their food, then ushered his team out the door.
Cypress got a to-go plate and followed after Orr with her camera still rolling. This time she turned to Fera, "Why are you here, Fera?"
Bubba ran ahead and jumped back in the driver's seat. He wasn't letting those conspiring women drive.
"Because I want answers," Fera told the camera simply. "I've heard a lot of questions, and I've heard a lot of arguing, and I want full 100% proof. I'm tired of hearing opinions. I want the facts." She opened the car door and slid into the seat. "Now remind me-" she angled her head toward the guys. "Why are we letting them drive again?"
Orr looked back at them through the rearview mirror. "Because you both have the camera in your face so much that you wouldn't be able to see the road, and you'd distract each other from driving and run us into a tree or something like that."
"Yeah," Bubba agreed.
Cypress rolled her eyes and turned back to Orr. "Just how are you going to prove that Bigfoot is real? How are you planning of capturing him on video?"
Orr put his hand over the camera. "More on that when we get there," he chimed. "But for now, we should just focus on our destination, which happens to be prime squatching grounds.
Fera raised one eyebrow in suspicion. "And how would you know that? Are you going to focus your senses like you did when you spotted the hamburger joint?"
Bubba snickered. "I beleive you were, as the kids say, burned." Cypress laughed. "Good one Fera."
"I'm just honest," Fera replied with a laugh.
Orr rolled his eyes, stifling a laugh of his own. "Just turn off here."
Bubba swung hard a littler harder on the turn than needed so the girls bumped heads. The road was old and free of pavement and gravel but plentiful in potholes. Just the kind that Bubba liked. He laughed as he flung some mud as he splashed through an old mud puddle.
Cypress rubbed her head and glared at Bubba after reaching forward to whack his shoulder. Then she turned back to her camera and began to film through the window.
Fera grimaced at the egg on her head and whispered to Cypress, "Just wait - we'll get them back." She grinned deviously, already formulating a plan in her head.
Orr laughed far harder than necessary, just to gloat, then looked back at the girls with a smug expression. Fera hissed at him and kicked the bottom of his seat as hard as she could.
Bubba pulled to the end of the road and parked. "We're here."
Cypress climbed out of the car and began to take some pictures. The landscapes were absolutely beautiful!!
Fera stood up and gasped. She hadn't known that the trees were so tall and regal, logepole pines that did not compromise their height to stoop over and brush the tops of passing cars. She hadn't even checked the map for the past few hours, and had no idea where they were. "Okay, so where are we, anyway?" She inquired to Orr and Bubba.
Orr grinned. "Northern California. Home of the best squatch footage ever obtained. I've had two sightings in this area, and I thought that here would be where we do our first nighttime investigation."
Bubba took a deep breath. He loved the smell of pine- it reminded him of his childhood home. He stretched and groaned in pleasure. "All right. This is perfect."
Cypress smiled and got some pictures of Orr, Bubba, and Fera. "This place is so beautiful! I've never been to Northern California before."
"Well, then be prepared to be amazed," Orr said grandly. "We should unload our gear from the car. There's a trail here that we'll follow tonight from the side of the road."
Fera glanced around. "Just think about the types of animals that this forest could sustain," she muttered.
"You mean squatches?" asked Orr.
Fera shot him a look. "I meant black bears and owls and lots of deer and possibly even mountain lions."
BUbba rubbed his hands together, "Tell me about it. Now let's get going."
Cypress grabbed her stuff and handed the other's theirs and slammed the trunck shut. "Let's go."
"Not so fast folks," Orr stopped them as they removed their stuff from the car. "We need to devise a plan to get the most action tongight.
Fera laughed, tugging her backpack from the trunk and slinging it over her shoulder. "Okay, here's the plan. You boys go get dressed up as squatches and infiltrate their secret hideout, and we'll stay here with food for you when you come back."
Bubba folded his hands and looked at her. "How about you go and prance around in the forest? Maybe a bigfoot will mistake you for mate."
Cypress bit back a laugh. "Bubba! That was mean! And anyways we need to go somewhere where I can get good camera angles and such."
"Better you than me," Fera shot back at Bubba, adjusting the straps on her pack. "But maybe dinner should come before squatching; what say?" Though as annoyed as she appeared, she wasn't really arguing, and she had to fight not to laugh at each jab.
Orr laughed. He figured they'd be getting at each other for the rest of the trip, but it was always funny when they did. "Yeah, how about dinner?"
Bubba nodded in agreement as his stomach gurgled loudly. "Right. I'll make the fire and pitch the tents. Y'all don't want me around the food anyway. I always managed to kill it deader than it already is."
Cypress grabbed the tents," I'll put these up too. I'm like Bubba, my food may give us all food poisioning." She laughed good naturedly. "My mom won't let me anywhere near a kitchen at my house."
"Well, then it's a good thing I can cook," Fera said happily. "Because food is kind of important."
Orr tossed a second tent to Bubba. "Right. I'll help with the food; you two can put up the tents. Then I'll go over some things about squatching while we eat."
Bubba had the fire going in no time. He coaxed the flames to life and then stocked it. He then gathered a pile of brush and limbs to burn.
Cypress set the tents up and then made the beds. She smiled as she worked. This reminded her of her and her dad's old camping trips.