Arcelia joined her cousins to mow and edge the graveyard. Later they rode four-wheeled motorcycles to the lakefront to joust with cattails, jump off a plank diving board, float in rafts, and to fish. The kids pointed at the rugged cliff with a warning to their city-dwelling relative to stay away from it because of an old deserted mine shaft. On the shore of the lake great for swimming, but a check for leaches was required afterwards, a weather-beaten sign shaped like a swimming dinosaur read: "Orovoro Sighting Station." Some of the children overturned soggy logs to collect creeping bugs for bait. Arcelia preferred to reach into a coffee can for nightcrawlers farmed from soil in Grandma's vegetable garden. She stopped short seeing dirt in the can had an imprint in the shape of a horseshoe, a haunting reminder of the spectral horseman.

That evening at Grandmother's house the children cleaned their rainbow trout. Arcelia pulled clusters of cockleburs off her socks and shoelaces. One kid with a farmer's tan held up a fish with a slit down its stomach and a bulge sticking out. Arcelia did not want to be considered a chicken so she pulled it out. Suddenly realizing it was a garter snake, the girl squeamishly jumped back while the country cousins laughed.

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