I woke up Friday to the sound of crashing waves. I peeked out the flap of our tent and saw the beginnings of an amazing sunrise — and no rain (yet). I dressed quickly and walked through the campgrounds to the rocks by our previous site. Once again, I had the lake to myself. Here’s what I saw.
When the show was over, I walked back to our campsite. I passed by the remains of our woodpile — we never did get the entire cord up to the new site. A woman was sneaking around, scouting out whether she could grab some while trying to look like she just happened to be in the area. I resolved the difficulties for her — I walked up and told her she could take as much as she wanted. When I wandered past the area half an hour later, all the wood was gone.
Nobody else was awake when I got back to our campsite. One of the logs from our fire the night before had two BB-sized coals glowing red. I shredded some cedar, tore up a few strips of birch bark and, without a match, had a splendid fire going when everyone crawled out of the tents.