Tomorrow's the big day. I head out at around 9 a.m. towards Hume Lake, and towards a summer full of... (drawing a blank)... well, I'm not too sure, actually. I have no idea what's coming. To be honest, I rode away from Hume last year with a bunch of jr. highers, thinking it would be the last time I'd ever see Hume. 8 years as a camper... 8 years.
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