At the sight of the bus turning onto the final road to Camp Firefly Falls, Hudson Lowell grimaced. The last thing he wanted was to get caught up in the crazy of drop off day with all the other campers. Was it even called drop off day now that they were all adults? Didn’t matter. Either way, there’d be enough excitement and good cheer that he’d be liable to deck somebody. Better to kill a little time and circle back. There’d be no avoiding the walk down memory lane the next two weeks, but he could ease into it rather than leaping feet first. So, he drove on past the turn and kept heading north, wondering if Boone’s was still in business.
Part gas station, part general store, part diner, Boone’s had always been an official stop before his parents dropped him off to camp as a kid. Located ha
