“Isn’t summer the BEST?” asked Tommy.
The three boys agreed and laughed. Their games and adventures had an urgency that had been bottled up until the recent end of school. After all, it would be another fourteen months, a full year, before summer came again. They intended to enjoy every minute. And for now, every day was Vennday, first day of the three-day weekend.
Residents of Colo lived comfortably above and away from Lake Sippi. The long, sloping shoreline was a wilderness of sand dunes and low scrub that ended suddenly at the edge of the great western wilderness. There, old growth stood as tall as the sky and overlooked the vast lake. Great canopies of heat-loving mammoth cypress trees enjoyed fringe swampland, yielding to palms and pines for hundreds of miles. Then came the home of the Sequoia and the Rock Mountains, borderlands that led to the MexiCanUS western shore and the Calicific Ocean.
“You boys be careful in those woods,” said their Maman.
“We know,” said Hector. Tommy and Wayne nodded emphatically. “Mother and Mamay say the same thing.”
Off they went, explorers all, carrying lengths of rope and backpacks filled with tools and treasure.
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