We went to Argyle a month ago, maybe more. We went to Summit Lake. We drove around the lake, slow and clumsy, in an old red pick-up truck. The lady fishing waved at us. People in Argyle are nice if you fit in.
Argyle is in my backyard. The road to Camp Arawak is like an invisible umbilical cord that connects where I am to where it is. The dirt road is covered with grass now. Almost like it never existed.
I took a couple of pictures. We are planning another drive when we have more time to spend there. With maps from then compared to maps from now, I will have more to show you when the time is right.
I can go to Arawak whenever I want to. Sleepaway Camp is in my backyard.