Camp Davis, Baby!

Folks,

In a day or two, I'm off to Wyoming for the summer to hike around and clean bathrooms. Unless the spiders eat me, I will be receiving mail. Since our internet access is spotty and shared, and cell phones black out in our valley, for the greatest part of the summer I will be receiving ONLY mail. Feel free to write me e-mail, just understand that I may not get back to you for awhile. CERTAINLY send real mail--it will be the hub of my communications, and, quite frankly, existence. Here is my address:

Becky "Where'd you leave those tacos?" Adams
c/o Camp Davis
13405 S. Bryan Flat Rd.
Jackson WY 83001

I will be there between June 17 and August 12. Don't expect anything to reach me until about a week and a half after you send it.

I'm really, dreadfully, going to miss all of you--so much!!!!!! Jon, have fun in France. Ross and his idiot consort, recall me fondly when your new friend comes over to eat all your food, drink all your Coke, and swim in your pool. Cliff, don't find a new favorite student. Sara, get that job in South Africa. Margaret, try not to regret promising to live with my tiny dog. Rohin, don't you dare move to NYC before we go to the Aut Bar in August. Everyone else I love, kiss each other for me! Then write. And keep writing. Everyone who writes me will get at least one letter back.