Kanata SummerChapter 9
"Steve, where's the month gone?" Karen wondered as we sat on our cabin's porch enjoying the afternoon sun. "Beats me, Sis," I morosely replied. We were reminiscing over the adventures we'd had during that fateful month of vacationing at Kanata Camp. Our initial reactions had been predictable; a whole month stuck in a remote naturist camp miles from anywhere had left us feeling like we'd been condemned to years of hard labour on a chain gang. But reality had proven it to be anything...