i had been going to just toss up my tarp somewhere in camel's hump state forest not too far from the parking, but my team (#ingressresistance) became aware of a problem portal, so i went there instead.
i was nervous about it, because hurricane mountain, or at least the trail to it and the campsite under it is pretty far out of cell reception so my usual safety protocols just weren't possible.
i worry a lot about safety protocols because i do most of my camping and adventuring alone and although most of the time you'll be just fine, you're an idiot if you don't pay extra attention to your safety gear and your safety plan.
in winter i bring more gear, and redundant safety gear. if i plan to stay on a summit to farm keys, i bring extra clothes for the summit. if i'm going to take a long time on the down side or am camping, i bring a full change of dry clothes that are not the same as my summit clothes, because your summit clothes may be damp from sweat later when you need them to be dry.
it can make the difference between a rescue and a recovery.
nobody likes a recovery.
there was another reason i was nervous about hurricane mountain, but that was a psychological nervousness based on history that i will tell you about later.
anyway, it was warm and pleasant for a hike.
i went up to the shelter and pitched camp at the already occupied gulf brook leanto. i like my solitude, but often when camping i like to have neighbors. the gentlemen at the leanto were welcoming and polite and offfered to share their beer.
left alone i would have just eaten dinner and gone to bed, but they made a toasty fire.
it was the best night's sleep i'd had in a long time.
in the morning they had made too much delicious hot oatmeal and so gave me a hot breakfast. we all packed up and went home.
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