The summer before I started eighth grade, I spent a long weekend on Keuka Lake, in New York's finger lakes, with my friend Tracy and her family. We spent our days swimming in the lake and bumming around the tiny town of Penn Yan, and our nights being gossipy 12 and 13-year olds on the pier then, when it got too late, on the sleeping porch.
I'm sure it wasn't my first introduction to the sleeping porch, but it made a big impression. The weather in upstate New York is perfect for sleeping outside in the summer, and screened porches make it possible to do so without being woken up by mosquitos.
I've been back to Keuka since that first trip and I'll be visiting again soon - Alicia's family has a house there. This will give me something to think about while I'm doing laundry and packing and doing more laundry: