Oh well. They were quiet, with only a little chatter and a minimum of door slamming. And I had been thinking about returning to Lone Pine.
UPDATE: Half of them left at about 8:15 a.m. and the rest left at about 9:00. Alone again, naturally.
Imagine you have nothing. Lost it all. Flood or fire or divorce or the taxman: you have only your van that was parked elsewhere and survived your own private, personal disaster. Drive around in your empty van (I mean in real time now, not in your imagination). A long drive. Go to a national park or some empty place. Sleep in it, with nothing. Maybe you feel cold, or sore, or hungry. Next morning: decide what is most important to have. Get that one thing.
Spend another day driving, another night sleeping in your empty-except-for-that-one-first-thing van. Next morning, decide what the next most important thing to have is. Get that thing.
And on, and again, until you realize that you have enough stuff.
Guess what else loves water? Mosquitoes! That goes for lakes, ponds, marshes, creeks, rivers, seashore, bays, and the rest. Water equals mosquitoes.But I’ve been lucky this year. Despite camping by various bodies of water I been bitten on only two nights. Knock on wood.