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Local Boob
In 1987 I camped for two weeks on the shores of Lake Superior. It was after Labor Day so the night temperatures were low and the black flies were virtually gone. It was such a great experience! I crossed paths with only one other person, a park ranger. I had been sleeping in the warm sand during the late afternoons and he warned me, "Watch out for black bears." And—poof—no more toasty naps in the sand.
sooooo jealous
Lake Superior is like a holy spot to me!!