Foggy morning air. Turned hot muggy afternoon. Eleven mile bike rides in the rain. Moving my loungy camp chair to a cool shady spot. Crickets singing me to sleep.
Building a rock damn to make a swimming hole. Sliding down the slippery rock. The squeaky sound of the cooler opening and closing in search of a snack. Starting fires with wet, foraged wood. Driving the loop in search of wildlife. Seeing a black bear cross right in front and along side of the car.