All sacked out, ready for bed.


An interesting story happened during the night. Around 10:30 pm. I heard something outside the tent. I had put my food up in the tree, but I did not clean out my pot from dinner. Something was licking the pot clean. So I grabbed the headlamp, and I open the tent expecting some type of rodent.

Instead it was some willy coyote, which ran off when I yelled at it.

Then around 2:30ish, I heard the racket again. Half a sleep, I just banged on the side of the tent and what ever ran off for good this time.