We arrived here last night after enduring a terrible day for driving—downpours, wrecks, closed lanes, fog, detours—you name it. Settled into Cabin One about eight hours after leaving Tipp City and twelve hours after leaving Danville, the longest I can remember it ever taking to get to Cedarville. We got organized in the traditional pattern without having to discuss it, and I reacquainted with Jack, Bob, and JD, who had left together early and arrived much sooner. All five of us piled into the Sylvan today and boated to Connors Point to begin taking on the perch in earnest, but only Bill and I caught keepers. In the evening we mounted our first salmon expedition, but had no luck, even though it proved to be a decent shakedown. By the time we got back, Mike had arrived and had a crackling campfire going. Back at home, Dana is hosting her book club, if I’m not mistaken, so she’s with her good friends, too.