In honor of my Miramichee friends, especially the younger ones, I have put up this picture of baby snow leopards. 
Why, you ask? Because at camp I dreamed that some of us were trying to sneak the canoes out of camp through knee-high poison ivy when angry locals began to attack us to keep us away from the river. I fled but most of the girls turned into baby snow leopards and I was relieved because I thought to myself, “No one could possibly hurt a beautiful baby snow leopard.” These babies are as fierce and beautiful as Miramichee girls, aren’t they?
