{"version":"1.0","type":"rich","provider_name":"Acast","provider_url":"https://acast.com","height":250,"width":700,"html":"<iframe src=\"https://embed.acast.com/$/5fc7a5c6c9a8574c3258229f/64ba8794cf6b1700117484cd?\" frameBorder=\"0\" width=\"700\" height=\"250\"></iframe>","title":"Camping Calls - Walter Skrzypek","thumbnail_width":200,"thumbnail_height":200,"thumbnail_url":"https://open-images.acast.com/shows/5fc7a5c6c9a8574c3258229f/1689946113338-903f7b10853399713ad5b69ad0c1a1f1.jpeg?height=200","description":"<p>Camping calls me…</p><p>...</p><p>First person. fiction by author Magua</p><p>Walter Skrzypek (scrip-ek). AKA Magua (Mug-wa)</p><p> Magua is a modern age outdoorsman, woodsman, hiker and explorer of the lands along with my trusted companion Timber, my pup. He's enjoyed a 30 year journey through healthcare and retiring on good graces to share some tales from outdoor adventures and experiences. With years spent in the forests and lightly travelled&nbsp;areas, the exposure to unusual experiences has varied and it's time to share.&nbsp;</p><p>&nbsp;</p><p>Story:</p><p>I have a favorite camping spot that I frequent or had frequented. I had done so consistently for about 10 years, but not now. I had an experience that has deterred me from ever returning to that Pa state park. Each Friday, I would clear up all of my final duties from work and spring out of the office about noon, and I would head off to camp for the weekend with my best friend at that time, Simba, my pup. One Friday, I headed out at noon to arrive home. I would have my car&nbsp;...</p>","author_name":"Christopher Russell"}