isn’t it ironic … dont’cha think?
June 14th, 2004
So this weekend I went up to Wolfeboro for the first time this summer. I miss it. It’s such a great place — the mixture of the acid tang of pine air and the craziness of the people that all seem to congregate there each summer makes it magical. It’s so weird being there as a spectator — changing where I sleep and not being deeply involved in the process of running it. The first night, I stayed in the same tent as Theo, my tent-mate from last summer. The next night, I slept on the hard, cold platform of another tent because Theo’s tentmate came back. But it was still fun. I plan to go back up in July perhaps; I’d like to go back more often.