Lake Anthony, Oregon // On this particular morning I woke up shivering. The previous night, my map's lying nature led me to drive an hour in the dark until I arrived at the Anthony Lake campsite, where I promptly fumbled with the tent until it was up, then slept until the cold rung my body like an alarm clock. With nothing else to do but say "So much for summer," I decided I'd go generate some body heat trying to find the campground's namesake lake. By the time I got back to camp, the frigid air had my forgiveness.
That said, I do not want to be around here in a few billion years when the sun cools.
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