We pull in, late as usual. Everyone else is already all unpacked. Gear is being organized, tents raised, fire being prepped. A faint saltwater odor lingers everywhere. It’s foggy, it always is. That doesn’t stop the fun though. We greet everyone and chat for a while. All gathered around the camp fire. The smoke is thick, and always seems to chase one or another of us around the circle. We don’t always mind though, it keeps the mosquitoes at bay. Breakfast is on. Bacon is always a staple, along with eggs, cocoa, bagels and cereal. All hot food is being made on the cooking rack over wood flame. Where else? it is Blackwoods after all.
I like the approach here of describing a place by dealing with the people, foods, smells, and activities, rather than worrying over the physical description--you've got the more important stuff nailed nicely.
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