Dear Cooper’s Lake Campground,
I thought we really had something. When I first met you, you were healthy and full of life. I loved contemplating the lake and sitting under the shade of your tall trees. Walking from Merchant’s to Camp, I’d end up out of breath and then collapse into my tent, and sleep like I never sleep away from you. Even the noise from the road took on the quality of waves, or breath.
We celebrated Pennsic together. You introduced me to a lot of your friends, who have become dear friends of mine. I met Logan at the intersection of Free Will and Good Intentions. I have a lot to thank you for, Cooper’s, and not just for two weeks a year.
I thought it would last forever.
But Cooper’s, now I hear you’ve been thinking about fracking around on me. You’ve even signed some sort of agreement to frack on your grounds, under the trees where the woods battles used to be held. When I heard, I was livid. You say you’ll use protection. You say you’ll get tested. But don’t you know you’re endangering your own health as well as mine?
Here in Vermont, they’ve banned fracking. Say what you like about our relationships with trees, but we’re not prudes. It’s even legal to walk around naked in public! Just so long as you’re not being lewd or lascivious – or fracking.
I’ve loved you for ten years now, Cooper’s. I’m not going to break up with you via blog. I’ll come back just once, to say goodbye. But once you and your new buddies have fracked, it’s over.
PS: I hope we can find a new home for Pennsic. You say you don’t understand why you should give up custody, but I think Pennsic deserves to be somewhere healthy, with fresh air and water. Your fracking is a bad influence.