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Contrary to popular belief, it is possible to bake delicious bread that does not collapse at an elevation of 5328 feet (i.e. Boulder CO).

2014-08-23 19.01.57

Justin Day

Lisa Jo sent us the five-minute Friday prompt from the most lovely state that I can think of — Michigan, where the cherries are currently bursting off the trees — and the word is Belong. I learned how to belong and how not to belong there in a summer camp on the shores of Torch Lake.

I had never met mean girls before I was installed there for an eight-week stay when I was ten. After some rockiness in the road my first few days there due to my homesickness, I truly took to the place.

And suddenly writing this, I remember all of the good things:

  • the blue of the lake
  • the smell of woodsmoke from the fires we learned to build
  • the dust and sand on the hard earth of the paths
  • the whack of the doors to the cabins as they swung shut on their springs
  • the cold of the nights that made my three doubled up blankets necessary

And the mean girls begin to pale in comparison. I was going to write about them when I saw the word Belong and the word Michigan. But they pale suddenly.

I met up, a couple of weeks ago, with a cousin of mine who went to that camp also as well as another camper who I knew, one of the Big Girls, but didn’t know she lived in our same city. We are all having a reunion later in August. I am looking forward to it though working out the travel logistics from Denver to Traverse City are a bit of a puzzle.

I will get to remember again the smell of the birch and pine forest, and sing the old songs again.

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