I’m hunkering down for the night in a “resort campground”. It’s been raining so the weekend crowd won’t arrive until tomorrow.
I’m heading out at dawn-ish to bird Sapsucker Woods. I tried in March, but there weren’t enough hours in the day.
I cooked a quick dinner and am listening to the birds around me. It’s a slightly different cast of character than I’m used to, but they are why I’m doing this.
The no-see-ums are eating me alive. They will drive me nuts, but I’m reminded of Thoreau’s references to them in The Maine Woods and I’m feeling a bit nostalgic as I’ve not encountered a no-see-um in about 15 years.