I went looking for veggie dogs in Sharbot Lake but I had to settle for an open faced turkey sandwich with gravy in a room full of the smoking senile. I am a surprisingly good canoer and a surprisingly bad swimmer. A chipmunk that I named Chairman Mao ran into my cabin and wouldn't come out. I had to by a lantern from a nice Sikh family in town because it gets surprising dark at night. I wrote a poem called 'Contributions to the Rise of Al-Qaeda' and I'm working on a photo essay about protestantism and highway 38 north. No sunburns to report so far.