Summer of 1984. My dad was in Florida getting things ready for us to move. Christine, Renee, and I were on Summer vacation and we were bored. My mom decided to take us all to Dietz Lake to get a cabin. She hadn't been to Dietz Lake in many years, but had a lot of nostalgia for the place. Plus, we could visit my aunt Ramona and cousin Michelle on the way. So we drove what seemed in my 8 year old perception to be an epic drive to Terre Haute. In reality, it was probably only 2 hours or so. We stopped by Ramona's place and this person who really didn't look all that familiar to me gives me a big hug and then starts tickling me. It wouldn't be until years later I'd realize this was the same cousin who'd been at our house a lot when we lived in Terre Haute. No. This one had short curly hair. The other one had long hair. Actually, I didn't know who the heck this person was, but she was really nice to me.
After our visit, we headed to Dietz Lake excited about our cabin. My mom had so many great memories of the place. It sounded like a camping paradice. We got our key to the place, drove to our cabin, opened the door, and possibly the nastiest most polluted cabin scene ever. There was trash all over the floor. There were large holes and evidence of animals occassionally making a home inside. Worst of all, the showers were outdoors and blocked only by a flimsy wall with several peep holes drilled into it. This place looked like the scene of a crime. My mom went back to the desk and asked if they had any better cabins. They informed us the one we got was satisfactory. We ended up getting right back in the car, turning around, and driving home to Princeton. Never got a camping adventure at Dietz Lake and for that, I'm thankful.
Anyway, that's the last time I saw Michelle.
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