The lake has become my home.
I arrive late and night and leave early in the morning, avoiding park rangers and camp hosts. I don't pay for entry. I don't pay to camp. I just ride my bike through the back entrance, down my hill, and to the waterfront. There, I set up my tent behind a thicket of reeds--almost entirely hidden from the road but completely exposed to the lake.
As I fall asleep, I watch the lights of the north shore, constant and unblinking. I wait and listen for the two park cats, one black and one white, to rustle about. I wake up to my birds.
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