It rained hard all day until about 3:30 or 4 when it finally lifted. The sun was working its way out. I decided to set up camp for the night. I walked from the parking lot to the site, splashing through puddles the whole way. The birds up in the trees made a hell of a racket. I recognized the cawing of crows, but many other joined in too. It’s like there were taking joy in the rain subsiding. I set up my tent, and headed back to school to finish up some other work
I finished up my work just before dark, and headed back to the lake. A light fog was rolling from the hills above. The birds no longer sang, but every 30 or 40 seconds there was a splashing from the otherwise still surface of the lake. The bugs were out, and the fish were hungry.
After dark, I decided to turn in. It was a stressful day, and I was ready to go down early.
Just as I was drifting off, I was awakened by the sound of an animal digging at the tarp I had under my tent. It wasn’t big, but dug with persistence. I scared it off after about 5 minutes. The last sound I heard before drifting off was an owl hooting in the distance.
The first I heard in the morning was the sounds of deer eating the grass and foliage around my tent. They sounded inches from my head. I crawled out of my tent into a think fog; I couldn’t see the surface of the water at all.
I consider it all a little experiment. After all, life is art, or rather art is how you live your life.