ungodly cold. wind howling out of the north. totally inhospitable. all heating contrivances going full bore and room temperature in the camp still below 30F. too cold to sleep. wearing hat & coat around the place. keyboard keys too cold to type.
leaving at dawn. leaving the lake. it's over.
the sundial was 'notes from the lakehouse' during the lakehouse years. this was the last one.
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