Camp Kiwanilong

As you look out into the distant waves of the lake. All you see is the glassy smoothness of the water.

Looking up, you see moss collecting on the branches reaching put over the water. Looking to your right, you see fallen trees submerged in the water.

You wonder how this place looked like before any one was here. All you can think of is how beautiful the lake and the forest is.

Walking around in the woods, you find little swamps and old trees. You stop in front of a very old tree. As you marvel at its magnificence, your life is put on hold.

Your mind has been rooted to live at Camp Kiwanilong.

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