I.  Friday Night, Late Enough, Lying in Tent. That roar, that humming noise is not some dope's generator—it's the hulking skulking Labadie power plant.  Its white noise comes and goes, I don't mind.  That light from a few campsites down, that's the fire of two guys, not real country music but listening to country.  I … Continue reading Klondike Park, Late June 2014