Despite all the downed trees and obstructions, I made good time to my planned campsite, arriving at three-fifteen. But I was not too fond of the spot, as the only trees suitable to hang my hammock from were right next to the fire ring. I spent about an hour looking for an alternate place to spend the night. It was getting dark by the time I’d finished I’d settled on a spot and set up camp, ready for what promised to be a cold night.
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