We arrived upon the shores of a faraway land at about 4AM on a Friday morning. Our spirits were high, though the long journey had rendered us gaunt and haggard; our muscle tissue ravaged from inactivity. The fog was impenetrable yet we managed through it by simply guessing where the road was and speeding onward.

 Kamp Klamath was a beautiful facility, equipped with free Wi-Fi, a small store, a grassy field and friendly staff. As the day turned into early evening familiar faces started popping out of the brush. Although 1500 PJ Murphy was quietly subsiding into the sea, it was as if DNC had never truly shut down. Perhaps it existed within us the whole time.

 On Saturday we rode a 750 hp, twin 460cu. in., 2 gal/mi Klamath Jet Boat named "Eagle". It turned out to be 25 very well-spent dollars. We witnessed nature in its rawest state, a massive bear (cub) foraged along the shore and took interest in us, nearly stepping onto the bow.

 Then, after 2 days of fun and excitement, we said our goodbyes atop the vista, shrouded within an ethereal fog. We drove off, once again embarking upon many separate paths, our futures' having been affected or even made possible by this part of our past. Until next year, when it all comes back to life once again...