Ellemental

There was gray.

There was green.

There was orange.

There was a smokey, damp little campfire the first night, and a great big happy campfire the second night.

There were no showers (oops! I misread the map) in our area, so, sweaty and mud-streaked after our canoe trip, we infiltrated the, uh, less rustic part of the park and snuck into their showers.

There were hotdogs and hamburgers and corn on the cob on the grill.

There were chipmunks, salamanders, and tadpoles. Oh yeah, and there was the unidentified skull.

There were few close calls with rocks on the river. Most of these occured when I was steering.

There were early-morning wakeup calls, and an afternoon nap.

I want to go back.