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Ohio was lovely--real homemade meals every day, cicadas singing day and night. Sudden flash storms that attacked and died in ten minutes. Family I never get to see. it was amazing.
Going to the cabin was also fun. We went hiking, up a two mile trail (in flats...) to a "lake", which turned out to actually be a huge slope covered in rocks and tall grass which cleverly disguised holes in the ground that LEAD to a giant lake at the bottom. After braving this terrifying slope and slicing our feet and ankles nicely, we arrived at the bottom to find the icy cold lake, which I dunked myself in to out-man the boys who were standing ankle-deep and screaming. Of course Calder then took up the challenge and went a bit of a distance, but still. I was the first to brave the icy water ^^.
Then, in the dark, making our way back up the mountain, to the path. Everyone helped each other, we came up with strategies to keep track of one another. We sang, we stumbled, eventually we made it back to the cabin where we shivered and ate chicken and bread with butter. Of course, my wet pants soaked through my bag, which was resting on my hip, and dampened the front of my journal--my walking created friction which slowly rubbed a lot of the beautiful peacock design off. As much as I tell myself that the damage gives it character, looking at it now is somewhat painful. At least the paper inside was untouched... it's the words that count. Right...?
Wonderful things have been happening, things I don't understand and don't care to any longer. What will be will be. Delicious.
Going to the cabin was also fun. We went hiking, up a two mile trail (in flats...) to a "lake", which turned out to actually be a huge slope covered in rocks and tall grass which cleverly disguised holes in the ground that LEAD to a giant lake at the bottom. After braving this terrifying slope and slicing our feet and ankles nicely, we arrived at the bottom to find the icy cold lake, which I dunked myself in to out-man the boys who were standing ankle-deep and screaming. Of course Calder then took up the challenge and went a bit of a distance, but still. I was the first to brave the icy water ^^.
Then, in the dark, making our way back up the mountain, to the path. Everyone helped each other, we came up with strategies to keep track of one another. We sang, we stumbled, eventually we made it back to the cabin where we shivered and ate chicken and bread with butter. Of course, my wet pants soaked through my bag, which was resting on my hip, and dampened the front of my journal--my walking created friction which slowly rubbed a lot of the beautiful peacock design off. As much as I tell myself that the damage gives it character, looking at it now is somewhat painful. At least the paper inside was untouched... it's the words that count. Right...?
Wonderful things have been happening, things I don't understand and don't care to any longer. What will be will be. Delicious.