but doesn’t hang up the phone

My dad was a camp director. Every summer until I was 17, my family would pack up and move to the shores of beautiful Lake Mudhen near Siren, WI. (Are you paying attention, KM?)

Sometime around 1980, we got a brand new dining hall/bathroom facility and with it, a new septic tank. Previously, too many flushes in the old bathrooms and/or our neighbor draining his sewage into/under camp property would prove to be too much for the old septic tank and it would occasionally overflow. I can still remember raw sewage trickling down the hill. My dad dubbed it the Little Yellow River, a nod to the Yellow River, where we sometimes took the campers canoeing.

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CJ Camp

I live in Minneapolis. I like beer.

6 thoughts on “but doesn’t hang up the phone”

  1. Were you guys regulars of the snowmobile watercross up there? My grandma lived in Siren and that was one of my favorite things to see when we’d go visit her.

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