In front of the ENSR, on Wednesday.
As I am taking my money from my camp to my account.
It is two miles away directly across the lake.
From there we are to use her car to drive to town for a movie.
I think it is directly in front of Camp Léman.
It is either to the east or to the west of Camp Léman.
It is deserted.
There is nothing by which to take a bearing.
The night is so dark that I cannot see anything but the shore that I am keeping on
As a result, I enter inlet after inlet, without knowing that I am doing so.
The night is long, but I have a Walkman; the night is cold but I have a jacket.
She has aroused both camps.
A search for me is on.