Chapter One
FISHING DAY
Fri. June 17th
Bonjour Meme,
Its not the ocean, its a lake! Its not chill, like coastal breeze; but hot like Mojave! But its better than staying home and camping at Paradise Park five feet from our mobile home. That's like sleeping on a park bench; a gawkers paradise.
Papa likes to camp off the beaten path. I think papa and Miles are arrogant about off the grid camping, and sleeping among the bobcats and mule deer, papa would say, "Don't need the business of neighbors, now do we?" and Miles would say, "Are we warriors or field mice?!"
Papa and Miles went jackrabbit hunting, and left me behind, again. Meme, I don't think I'll ever go hunting with papa and Miles, but you can be sure as the sun always rises that I'm the one that cleaned all four of the rabbits, the three papa caught and to rub salt in my wound, I had to clean Miles' jackrabbit. If you ask me Miles is a jackrabbit!
It was a busy day today, I not only cleaned all the rabbits when papa and Miles returned; ma mere, the twins and I spent our day collecting salmonberries and strawberries.
Ma mere says we have enough berries to make several jars of preserves.
Sleep well, meme.