Thursday, July 26, 2006:
Camp mornings tend to be pretty nice. We have a nice greasy pancake breakfast. We hike across the road and up to that outlook up there. The mosquitoes come out. We come back down and show Mum some of the things we’d discovered, or some of the things we’d done yesterday. Claire gets floppy. Matt tries to motivate her, then gets worried about her, and then just sits down and cries. Soon they’re running back together, beaming and arm in arm. For of such, etc.