That night, the microphone sat at the foot of my husband’s sleeping bag in the recess of the pop-out section of our trailer. I was positive we would get a hit. Just outside our RV, I could see and hear a family with children enjoying time around a camp fire. Further away, the valley we were in, created acoustics for the travel of sound that would crescendo and bounce off the sides of the mountains. As I prepared for bed, I stopped in my tracks. I couldn’t believe it! I heard a wood knock, then a series of approximately five “whooping” sounds.