sometimes when i live on a campsite, parts of it begin to feel like different rooms of a house.
on sire 13, i had the breakfast room.
the spit of rock down at the boat landing was reasonably flat and level and it got the morning sun well ahead of the rest of camp, so in the mornings it was very pleasant to go down there and have breakfast in my chair with a book.
here is the view from the breakfast room that same morning.
and here is the food prep / work / tool storage area.