At the cabin
When I was in high school my family liked to camp on the Illinois river. My dad had a friend who had a cabin on an island that was secluded from the main river by a fork in the river that surrounded the island. It was only accessible by boat. We had a 14 ft runabout and we would pack our stuff and boat to the island. My dad, mom, my sister Sandra, who was 17 years old and me, Josh, 16 reserved the cabin for the first week in July. We packed our things in the boat and my dad piloted us to the island. It was a small island, maybe an acre with a sandy beach. We always brought our swim suits and as I grew older it became a bit of an …