I'm pretty sure I'm in Maine. I got here on Sunday and the fog was so soupy think there were no shadows cast. I couldn't tell which way was North, South, East or West. And I couldn't see further than about 20 feet away. I could hear boats going by my cabin on the shore but I couldn't see them. It felt like I was on an island. Oh, wait. I am on an island. Last night the wind picked up and pushed all the fog away. The coast is dotted with islands that are covered with forests. Now it is raining and I'm stuck in the library waiting for it to calm down. My friend George is teaching a workshop here and I am his guest. It is basically a workshop where people go to eat and drink too much. Then if you have any extra time you can take a class and make something.
Today I went to see another part of the island and get alcohol supplies with one of the other students. On our way back to the school we passed some kids selling lemonade. Eric said he was terribly sorry but he had to go back and get some. I told him I was also game. We went back and found out that it wasn't lemonade they were selling but rather Kool Aid. They said it was 25 cents and we told them we would up it to 50. Turns out it was diluted, warm Kool Aid. Eric asked what they were raising money for and when they said bible camp I saw his entire tense up. Then he asked where the bible camp was. When they said North he asked, "You mean there's more North that this?"
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