Dylan,
I'm at Camp Birch Trails on a backpacking trip to Pictured Rocks. I'm here with Layla, who never really behaves. You might know her; her mom said you two used to play when you were younger. Cara and Nori are in here right now.
We have a campfire in a while. I'm tired. I want to sleep. I also want soda and pizza. I really want music and email. I miss you.
I'm irritated at you, but I forgive you. I would've liked it more if you'd just said you didn't want to go.
I got this weird feeling while we were walking. It felt like you were there next to me. It felt like home.
-Jamison
