Camp Forest Springs

This is Day 1 of the Memorial Day Family Weekend at Camp Forest Springs. As you can tell, we are in northern Wisconsin, not that far from the U.P.–the Upper Peninsula of Michigan, and not that far from Lake Superior. This morning we ate breakfast with a couple from Merrill, a small town east of here. Mary is an Outdoor Education Specialist for the school district and Don is a carpenter. We learned that he also sings and together they run a driving range that operates on the honor system. When I asked if it is open six or seven months a year, he just laughed. Around these parts spring often comes late, and they have to make sure the ground is dry or they end up digging golf balls out of the mud. They charge a small fee and ask people to put the money in a can. They rarely get ripped off. Sometimes people put in IOUs and pay the money later.