Panic at Purgatory: Part Two

The summer of 1973, when Lisa was about a year and a half old, we all went back to Colorado for vacation. We camped about 50 miles, mountainous miles from Purgatory Canyon.
One day we all went over to Purgatory to make a hike. Rennie and Carolyn in their car, Jim, Carolyn, Grandpop, Lisa, Steve, and I in our wagon.
We had a great hike and picnic. It was late when we got back to the campground and our cars. We got separated on the trail back to the cars, some of us hurrying more with the Little Ones. I had last seen John with Carolyn and Rennie, so when the rest of us got back to the car, we left.
Got back to our campsite, 50 mountainous miles away, and went to bed. Later Carolyn and Rennie drove in, and I listened for John to come to our tent. Heard Carolyn and Rennie preparing for bed in their tent, but no John.
They turned out their lantern, still no John.
I sent Jim over to find out where John was.
Isn't he here with you, asked Carolyn and Rennie?
Well, Purgatory Canyon had me panicky again.
Where was John? Did he fall?
Was he lying in a ditch with a broken leg?
With a mountain lion eating him?
Carolyn came over to out tent, and Jim stayed with the hysterical women while Rennie raced back over the mountains to find John.
When he got back to Purgatory Canyon, John was sitting by a friendly camper's fire, toasting his toes and drinking hot chocolate, waiting for Rennie to come.