It is my fourth day at camp. It is raining. It is the fourth day it has rained. It is 60 degrees. This is Georgia. It is not right. I want a care package of chocolate chip cookies to arrive. Please.
Between the rain showers I've been able to ride. The horses are fat and generally happy. Tonight we have a cookout. In the rain. Joy. Luckily the outdoor kitchen is covered. The campfire tonight has been cancelled.
In two days Monkey and Big Daddy are coming to join me for the weekend. Hooray! I hope the rain stops.
Wednesday, June 01, 2005
A Letter From Camp
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Ah, I see you're getting the same weather we are. Hope it improves for you!
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