It was going to rain, but I didn’t want to pay for accomodation and I wanted to test my equipment. I set up the tarp like a tent. I got in and it was hot as shit. Then mosquitoes were all over the place. I couldn’t handle it.
I kept walking towards a campground. It took over an hour probably and I was lugging my pack. Sucked. I got to the camp, and asked if they had any tents to rent. No. Shit, that was frustrating. Then I turned back towards town, facing another hour walk, when I saw this sheltered beauty: a wooden canopy bus stop. I set up shop and had a good night’s rest. The rain came pouring down. I was happy I wasn’t in my crude tarp tent.
I got kicked out of the bus stop at 6:30am when a cop came by. He said ˝You’re sleeping here?˝ I denied that I was although I was completely in the bag. He told me I had 5 minutes to get out of there.
This is me at the lake. Really misty beautiful.







