The morning after ...

It may be that I'm "camping" right about here as you read this. Probably not - but maybe ...
First time back in these parts in at least a decade.

I grew up in lake country ... or maybe it was better described as patches of high ground in a big swamp. Warm ice filled depressions left behind after Global Warming melted all the glaciers hereabouts.

This was one of those lakes. Lots of them around here.
Had a name but who knew it? Who cared? It was the place ...
"... out where the road tees off by Grass Lake. Turn right, take the next left - about ½ mile down on the right"

One of the places where the ghosts of my past make themselves known. Parties on the "beach" - beach being where the undergrowth along the shore had been trampled down to sand. Someone may have brought a keg. Or two. Someone's field got raided again for fresh sweet corn. Hand-rolled somethings by the campfire - bottle being passed around. Maybe a game of poker played on a stump. Skinny-dipping in the midnight waters.

Giggles in the night.

Must have built immunity up from the mosquitoes ...

Then it was getting light again ...

17 was a good age ...

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