Fire lit, legs swinging off the tailgate, tri-tip sandwich in hand. Sky full of stars, but absolutely terrified at what was probably a field mouse rolling over in bed, having a big yawn, and tucking the leaves snugly in by her side. I’ve found that the awful chilling feeling of vulnerability that (can sometimes) come from camping alone can be as intense as the incredibly expensive sense of freedom of exploring by yourself. I like to think fear sharpens my awareness and makes me more prepared, but lately, I’ve been feeling like I’ve given it too much space. Ah well, I can’t wait to see what kind of cozy box @overlandunderbudget has in mind! Preferably one that locks from the inside… and a turret for welcoming visitors!