
Sometimes, as I lie awake at night trying hard to block out the sounds of taxis and ambulances, I pretend I'm back at Richmond Lake in South Dakota. I took a camping trip there by myself two summers ago. It was there I pitched a tent, toted a few bottles of Mike's Hard Cider, and watched the sunset on some rocks down by the water. The weather was cool and breezy. With lots of crickets. Wrapped up in my sleeping bag the first night, I played some old Guy Clark tunes on my ipod until I fell sleep.
(photo via Bedlam Farm)
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