Wednesday-Thursday provided an opportunity for campout, so I headed to familiar spot: Cooper Kiln Pond. It's was only sort of familiar: last time I was there, snow blew up my nose as I slept; this time, the thermometer on my car registered 90 degrees when I got back to it. It was just the right spot--in the breezy shade of the lean-to right by the pond--to spend a couple of the dog days of summer...
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I'll take the summertime version of your campsite. I don't sleep well with snow blowing up my nose. However I am glad to see you get away to a little peace and quiet, whatever time of year you choose.
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