Every Campfire Starts with a Spark
“This is it!” says Nancy Kennedy beaming. She’s standing at the upper edge of a gentle slope facing east, below the forest glade known among Chewonki-ites as the “Pineapple Forest.” An old stone wall, a relic of 19th-century sheep farming, stretches toward the shore. Chewonki Creek sparkles through the trees, opening into the light of …