One More Time

The last of my summer fun begins today: five days in the Boundary Waters with my dad, aunt and cousin. The Boundary Waters are my clearest memory of camping when I was growing up, and I never really did understand the appeal of "camping" in the state parks, all packed together like drupelets. (Vonnegut?) There's something relaxing about reducing the number of relevant people in the universe to the single-digits for a little while.

See you in the world.