Heading to the river...

The only way to get to this picturesque campsite is by boat and the only running water will be the St. Croix flowing by. I’m not big on camping, but I believe that these types of experiences make me a better writer because a teacher told me once, if I was truly happy I wouldn’t write.

And if I don’t have a flushable toilet and warm water to bath, I’m not blissfully content, but I am a writer.

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