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“A mesmerizing story of friendships, innocent first love and deep feelings at a summer camp”
– Pamela R.
A Refreshing Love Story
Ladies, are you tired of reading about handsome pilots, who, on their off-days, run animal shelters for rescue dogs? Are you sick of cliches posing as real characters? If you are, then ‘Mt. Everest in Flip-Flops’ is the romance story for you.
In 1972, an idyllic summer camp seems the perfect place to decompress for ex-Army nurse Allie Smith, fresh off a tour in Vietnam, ten weeks of treating nothing more serious than bee stings.Jake Sullivan is a first-year counselor who falls madly for her, his first time in love. It simply doesn’t register with him that she’s older and a knockout and about a thousand miles out of his league.
Allie likes him immediately like a little brother, but Jake has bigger plans. And in the end, she’s helpless to do anything but succumb to his tender advances.
Do yourself a favor and spend ten summer weeks at Fort Ross. We’ve got a creaky bunkbed waiting with a musty sleeping bag on top of it. I guarantee you, you won’t want to leave.
Mt. Everest In Flip Flops
For Jake, Fort Ross summer camp was about to be a 10-week job as a counselor..
For Allie, it was the beginning of a healing of a past wound..
But little did they know what Fort Ross would mean to them.
Soon their worlds would collide – and they would experience profound love, genuine care and deep feelings for each other…
During that summer of 1972, Fort Ross summer camp echoed of laughter and playfulness of six friends that formed a beautiful friendship..
…and It’s atmosphere pulsated with the growing chemistry of Jake and Allie.
Mt. Everest In Flip Flops takes you on a beautiful journey of first crushes and first love at a summer camp.
It’s a page turner, hard to put down… so get ready to experience the magic of Fort Ross.
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C.C. was looking out for me.
“It was Jake’s idea, Allie. He’s the one who thought of it.”
Allie turned to me and said in a soft voice, “Thank you.” She didn’t say anything more. Instead she put her hand on my shoulder and left it there for a little while, massaging it gently.
I thought she might start crying again, but she was able to hold it off. What she managed when she was looking at me was a sad smile.
Dalton had a second piece of cake, and that was as long as the four of them stayed.
“Are you ready to roll, Cecilia?” Stuart said. Dalton and Martha caught the same wave out.
All four kissed Allie on her cheek before they left. C.C. gave her a big hug, too. “Happy birthday, Allie,” I heard her whisper.
Allie and I were left standing there. “You’re going to stay, aren’t you?” she asked.
“Do you want me to stay?”
“Yes.”
We sat on a tree trunk fairly close together, maybe six inches, and looked into the fire for a long time. I think I was afraid to say anything. She wanted me to stay.
I was so far up in the thin air I needed to get used to it. I believed she was trying to as well.
ABOUT THE AUTHOR
I was born and raised in Cincinnati, Ohio, where I have spent almost all my life, except for my years at Ohio State, where I studied journalism. My adult life I have tried to make it writing novels, with little success. To support myself I’ve been a painting contractor and house-flipper.
From 1972 till 1975 I worked at a Catholic summer camp run by the Archdiocese of Cincinnati. The people I met there are still my best friends. Ten of us guys have been going on the same golfing trip to Kentucky for thirty-five years. (It started as three days. We’re almost up to a week.)
During the four years I worked there, at least fifteen marriages were made over those long summer nights, (not me) and none have ended in divorce. Looking back on it now, it truly was a magical place, and I wish everyone could experience something like it in their youth. I tried to show what it was like falling in love there.
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