And it was hard... But after sneaking into a candian scouts camp and finding nowhere good to camp, this place popped up right at the end of the road.
And it was a great camp. But more impressive than the views were the bugs. I'm not sure what had just hatched but when they amassed it took the form of a black cloud that changed shape in very complex ways.
Later that night I heard voices from above, and was worried they were coming to evict me, but they were young voices so I went to investigate. Turns out it was a bunch of local high school kids smoking reefer in the park. I sat and chatted with them for a while, and it was a great chance for me to ask them what life is like in Ontario. They seemed just about the same as most kids, except that they say, "sooory."
At night, the waves lulled me to sleep, and the lighthouse from some unknown town across the water was my nightlight.
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