This is what really happened -- in Janelle's own words.

Ladies and Gentlemen, I have a story to tell. A story that has endured such name-callings as (I quote) "trashy"or "dumpy," and has been quite gossiped about in several communities.Well, I am here to set the record straight. I will give you all the necessary details here, and if you happen to hear another, somewhat twisted version of this story, please refer to my original.

It all started one evening in Grassy Narrows. My very nice dad suggested to my very nice boyfriend that he(Joe) and I take the trash to the dump so that we could have some time alone together. We very gladly agreed, commenting on the romanticness of the prospective date. So, after devotions, around 11 o'clock or so, we loaded up the numerous bags of yucky trash and headed to the Grassy Narrows dump. In my mind, I considered taking bug spray along, but I said to myself, "Self, we will be in the van the entire time and will have no need of bug spray since mosquitos generally live outside, or should." Instead, I took my camera, because it is not uncommon to see a bear or bears on a visit to the dump.

When we reached the dump, we spotted a bear right off. So, Joe pulled the van up so I could get a nice shot at him(the bear) with my handy-dandy Nikon Coolpix 4600. I opened the window, thus giving entrance to a family of mosquitos. The picture did not turn out and the bear lumbered off. Apparently he does not appreciate bright flashes of light in the darkness, especially whilst he is feasting so luxuriously. I don't remember what happened next exactly, but I guess Joe decided to pull the van forward or something and it would not pull forward. I suppose you could say we were stuck. Quite stuck, actually. He tried for about 5 minutes or so, but to no avail. He suggested we pray about it, which we did. Then we tried again. Finally, after a very long time, the front wheels came out of the rut. Praise the Lord! However, to our great sadness, the back wheels decided that they would like to have a turn at being stuck in the rut too. So we were stuck again. No amount of scratching at the sand around the wheels with a stick or whatever other fancy stuff guys know how to do in stucky situations helped. I think then, we prayed that God would keep my dad awake and somehow let him know that we needed help.

Since we still had not thrown out the trash, we hastily got rid of it. Quickly, so as not to let in too many more mosquitos. They were bad enough already. I could hear them singing in my ears. We were really wishing for my bug spray then. Every once in a while, a bear would lumber by, either checking us out, or looking for tastier trash bags to consume. Several came quite close, but I was unable to get any good pictures of them. One came right in front of us, right in the headlights. It was beautiful.

I never imagined that nighttime in a dump could be beautiful. The sky was clear, and the stars were bright. The Milky Way was clearly visible and we saw several falling stars. Yep, the dump was beautiful. We sat there and talked and talked and talked and talked, until around 2 A.M. when we saw headlights splitting the darkness. It was my Daddy coming to rescue us.

So, there you have it. That's what really happened. No more, no less.