Camps

Ooookayyy! Smells, huh? I used to LOVE to wake up on the back porch of the camp at Little Woods smelling the fresh (?) aroma of "da Lake" in the early morning hours. Then, Uncle Jim would begin to concoct his world famous leftover omelet (since my Sister and I were also "early risers" we helped to dice up the onions, celery, garlic, peppers and whatever else "Unc" wanted to "get rid of".

Other lovely smells at the camp were on "da back poach" (porch) when the fishermen came in and were cleaning their catch or using the outhouse at the end of the pier (N O T ! ! ! )
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