Young and old sharing ideas. Laughter. Debate. Peace. Enlightment by the flames of the fire pit.
As a kid, I'd live for each second week in July. My family would join cousins, uncles and aunts in a week-long campout in New York's Allegany State Park.
Each night, a different family would host the fire. The campsite where my family most often called home: a single-room wooden cabin, Angle 2.
Here we continue the conversation of the day's events.
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