We could say it's the area code.

We could say it's the antidote to "The Six."

It's more.

The Seven is quitting the city and escaping basic. We're that bend in the highway where your shoulders finally relax.

We're canoeing until our arms (and butts) are sore. We're dock spiders and loon calls and the sand in your pack you can never quite get rid of.

We're splinters and sunburns and bug bites. We're burnt marshmallows, the smell of an outboard motor and the story of the one that got away.

We're also the stars you haven't seen—like really seen—in years. We're the warm orange glow from a cabin as you walk back from the midnight skinny dip. The small town festival and your first pow wow.

We're the card games your grandma taught you and the fish'n chip shop you go back to every summer. We're the camping trip when it rained every day, and you still swear it was the best one ever.

We're the memories you've made—and yet to make—with the people you love.

Everyone else can go jump in the lake.

Ready? Let's go. We're outside.