Friday, September 23, 1994
While I sat and combed out my hair and braided it, I listened to the "jungle" sounds of crows, jays, squirrels etc, and watched the changing colors in the marshlands and the changing shadows as the sun rose. I began to feel different. Instead of a guilty "laziness," I felt and feel a serene peace and calmness.
Fewer small animals are looking for food around this campsite compared to Brainard Lake. I think there may be more natural food here and fewer party scraps.
If it warms up enough, I may bathe and do a wild "laundry" here. The last frost is almost melted.