The narrow paved road leading up to the parks pavilion climbed up a steep hill winding through the woods towards the facility’s entrance and restrooms. This was the official assembly area for the guests of this Corp of Engineers campground. To continue to call them guests of a federal reserve was a bad joke now as the residents of the campground usually referred to themselves with any number of more appropriate names like, survivor, refugee or even castaways. No matter what an outside observer might call the mix of people already waiting at the large wooden pavilion or trudging towards it for a meeting, they all shared the same plight of being stranded on the peninsula and surrounded by water. Having the water round no matter how murky or questionable it was, was regarded a blessing. Probl
