Sensory overload. My relatives enjoy the details of being at camp. We examine many things. I organize myself for washing up by the lake. The water is clear and cold. I am in preparation for getting in the water at this most northernly point. Everything is spectacular. A loon rises with a silver fish in its beak.
I start fantasizing about having my own island and my own camp. There would definitely be a sauna. Because of the wind there's been virtually no black flies or mosquitos. This of course fuels my fantasy.
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