I have been spending the last couple months writing down my memories of the big road trip I took last summer, as well as the shorter ski trip I took last winter. The journal starts with this undated entry, which I believe was written last August, somewhere near Lewis River.

I arrived to a full campground at around 7. I set up my tent in a gravel parking area.

After a quiet meal, I enjoyed an In-tents Lager, in my tent. Then I slept.

I slept well, waking with the sun. I wasn’t ready to start the day, but I wasn’t exhausted either. I read a little. Had a small breakfast. Read a little more. I just enjoyed the solitude, really.

The sun rises further and to the south of me, signs of life begin. A dog barks. A toddler cries. No worries.

It wasn’t until the generator started that I started hating other people again.