Holes Camp Green Lake の小説・ストーリー

Chris said. “You’re welcome here anytime,” he said, while still looking at me. “How far does it extend?” she asked, while shading her eyes as she looked beyond the lake. “The lodge has twenty acres,” Marc offered eagerly. “There’s a three hundred acre adjoining campground that I purchased at the same time I did the lodge.” “I’ll bet it keeps you busy in the summer,” I said when I finally got my body calm enough to use my vocal cords without giving away how heated I’d been.

When you can leap ten feet from flatfooted, dunking isn’t really a thrill. Before I was born, this camp used to be a nature retreat for school children, church groups, and the like. In the 80s, there were budget cuts, and the county was forced to sell the lodge, a dozen cabins, and fifty acres, including the river, ponds, a tract of virgin forest, and a cross section of Quarry Pack’s claimed territory.

She trailed next to him, following behind Liam. “We have a problem, Chief.” Liam stopped some yards ahead of them. “There was a pile of empty beer bottles and trash.” “It has to be the Greenfield Clan,” Ky growled. “Heck. It could even be one of the clans from further away.” “Who are the Greenfields?” she asked, glancing at the large mess they’d left behind. Liam pulled out a cell phone and sent a text. “They’re our closest neighbors. I’ve asked Oliver and Caleb to help clean this up.”

The next morning, we packed and hiked back down the mountain. Matt and I were well aware of our newly confirmed terms and conditions. At the summer camp, there were 5 lodges holding about 20 boys each. And then the main lodge for parties and events. Beside a small lake