1741 – 1750
I got water in the morning at this adorable dam. Never thought a dam could be cute but it really was. I sat for awhile watching a crawdad crawling on the rocks. I didn’t know they could come out of the water. It looked kind of tasty. I’ve never eaten a crawdad but I’m guessing they’re delicious.
I came to some campgrounds. Took advantage of a trashcan and toilet. There is a list of things that I’m always on the lookout for: water, outlet, toilet, trash, wifi, hot water, laundry, free food. Finding two in one place is still a triumph. And I was inexplicably carrying a can of V8. Yummy, but then there’s the empty can.
Gunshots, close by, lots of them. Should I yell? What do I say? “Hiker here, don’t shoot me please!” That’s not even funny. I saw a deer in the brush. It peered out at me and I whispered that it should go the other way. In theory, I am okay with hunting. But part of me will always root for the deer.
Too hot in the sun, too cold in the shade. I could change clothes once a mile and still not be comfortable.
It was a low motivation day. I blame it on this load of food. I had to stop and eat, just to lighten my load.
I walked into a campground at night. No one there so I chose the site closest to the lake. I could feel invisible drifts of chill air sucking towards the water. Tonight would be a rainfly and extra pants night. I put my stove on the the bbq and made a rare hot dinner. Looking up, my headlamp caught multiple pairs of eyes. So many deer staring at me. Not scared, but disconcerted yes. Some crept close, like they expected a handout. I clapped my hands and they spooked away. Why is the campground creepier than sleeping in the forest? It’s too open, no cover. Too many reflectors glaring back in my headlamp. I walked down to the restrooms to wash my dishes. They were all locked. Since I’d walked in sideways, I hadn’t seen the locked gates. The campground was already closed up for the season. No wonder the deer acted like they owned the place.