The astute will notice that this is not my regular camping spot by the lake. The reason is quite simple; some expletive deleted hunter decided that a good place to leave the carcass of a deer they’d dressed would be right by the fire ring of my usual camping spot. I was not inclined to drag the carcass away, and anyway, the blood had soaked into the ground. As I didn’t fancy being anywhere near where night-time scavengers and predators might come looking for easy pickings, I set up camp a few hundred yards farther east.
In the above picture I’ve switched my hammock around. For the first night I set the head end to the left. I decided I wanted to be able to look out over the lake when I woke up on my last morning here, so I turned it this way around in the morning.
I spent most of the day reading, thinking and watching the view.
