I remember navigating narrow gaps between trees on a bumpy two-track that leads to the lake… a mostly unused hammock… leaky tents… catching bluegill on a fly rod at noon… sunburns… hungry dogs… asparagus… a faithful canoe… lightning making the lake glow… tall trees… lily pads… turtles burying eggs… tortillas… tea and vodka… frog noises… huevos rancheros… thunder storms… puppet shadow theater… french toast… laughing painfully… fire wood… fried fish… night crawlers… bratwursts… sun and wind… campfires and smoke… clever combinations of fishing gear… beer… bug bites… and a Scarlet Tanager.