In between finishing my new book and traveling I did get at least one night of camping in, last weekend. The next morning, I had ten bug bites - all on my knee caps. How does that happen?
But at least I came home smelling of campfire and having eaten a delicious smore (made with Godiva chocolate) with friends.
The campground was only five minutes from the old resort where I worked the summer before I sold Werewolf. When we drove up the road to take a look, it was totally shut down for reconstruction. I was happy they were upgrading the place, but the rustic rundown cabins and creaky dock were pretty lovely in their own way.
I spent many mornings that summer watching eagles and drinking cocoa in the company truck with my shift partner Hank, a wonderful retired gentleman who worked there to keep busy, and running the boats on the giant lake. It was hard work at the resort, but by the end of summer my arms looked better than Michelle Obama's do now. I'll have to go back when they are done with construction so I can relive the good memories again.
So are you sad about the coming of fall? Are you ready? What are your end of summer rituals that you'll complete before the seasons change?
Never Cry Werewolf - HarperTeen Paperback 9/7/2010
The Clearing - HMH Graphia - out now
Wherever You Go - Harcourt Fall 2011