Saturday, July 31, 2004
It didn't rain on the walk by the farm.
After the wedding we took the dog to Perrot State Park to camp. The campgrounds were empty. Our site was to the left, facing an open area over a bog. In the distance, three mountains loomed in the shape of steps. We canoed through the inlets of the Mississippi, holding steady where the river joined -- just beyond an overpass where a train constantly ran. We set a fire. We ate hot dogs without any ketchup. It's things like this I worry about forgetting.
