July 13, 2012, sometime before 5, at camp
-a little tired-
I should have bought a pair of flip-flops, because walking in or near the river was murder on my bare feet. I eventually put my tennis shoes on, and while that did make things easier, I now get to schlep my soggy shoes everywhere now.
As much as I’d like to take a nap, there is no breeze right now, and that means the inside of the tent is actually hotter than sitting on the picnic table.
I’ve seen a few animals today; two deer while driving back from the river, and a few lizards scurrying about the campsite upon my return. One lizard was perfectly camouflaged, I did a double-take when I realized I was looking at one that was masquerading as part of a tree. I then went for my camera and got a few shots before it scurried away.
The hustle and bustle of the city has been replaced by a cacophony of creatures. Birds, chicadas, and an army of flying bugs are constantly providing a steady stream of sound.
Its unnerving on a certain level, I find myself occasionally turning to find the source of some sound or noise. Sometimes there is something there, often, there isn’t, but I think its the thought that I am infringing on their domain instead of the other way around.
Like it or not, I’m on their turf.
-ES
