Dark Night, Wet Tent...

Good times. Thoroughly worth a tent-night of rainstorms to be able to walk down to an empty beach at sunrise. Except that I did lie awake worrying about hurricanes…. A camping experience almost as scary as being nearly alone on the French River in Ontario… or maybe the Manistee River in Michigan … or that dark night on the Okefenokee Swamp, when my knees were so badly sunburned from canoeing all day that I couldn’t quite straighten my legs...
But I hope to remember that the best things in life aren’t free - They’re scary…and a little painful. ;~`)

 

Cumberland Island, Georgia