After spending a week with nothing but 3 generations of Rowlands on an island in a huge lake in the middle of nowhere, being home and being around so many people is really strange. It feels the same every year. My tv for the past week has been Matt's hilarious stories of close encounters with bears and people accidentally shitting in their waders. It's so much better than tv.
There is a long rant about nature, over population, being at peace and recluse-ism brewing in my head but ill just say that if one day i ever go missing, Matt will have a pretty good idea of where i went.
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