My Crazy Cousin

Jared, my crazy cousin, never unpacked his camping gear from the back of his van. Every weekend he disappeared into the woods with a load of fresh groceries, water, and fuel for his lamps. He told me he drove way up the mountain, almost to the tree line, and camped in a place where no one ever showed up. Except one time . . .

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Author: Virginia DeBolt

Writer and teacher who writes blogs about web education, writing practice, and pop culture.

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