May 12th Journal Entry.

Good morning! I listened for the rain to stop for a couple of hours. I doze under my blankets and then wake up to more thunder and lightening. The storm has passed or is at least in temporary remission so I am hurrying down to my morning toilet. Back.
There is no dry wood in the neighborhood so I'll happily munch a banana and an apple for breakfast. I left the Dean Koontz book I had finished on the picnic table last evening. It is drying inside the tent along with me. A woodpecker is finding grubs with a ta-ta-ta-ta-tak. We will be breaking fast together. By the way, the camp hosts are the Youngs, not the Williams. I misremembered. Don and Marion Young.
I covered the picnic bench with a plastic bag, made a brunch of oatmeal and decided to head for the docks. I have been reading and listening to rain for a few more hours.
I paddled over to the rental cabin docks and tried to sail back. Not good. I need a daggerboard according to a photographer, who once sailed his own 20 foot boat. We talked about fetch and other things that I had to ask explanation for and why.
I came up to the campsite at 1:30 and ate more oatmeal. I'll be going back down with a plastic tote lid for a daggerboard. I must find a way to seal the front edge of the folded pain cloth I use for my sail. Maybe I can find some tape for that? The opening fills and acts like a brake.
Got the daggerboard in place, but did not seal the front edge of the sail. Did bail out the boats with an empty plastic pop bottle. Set a bit of dead baby bird on a hook and left the bamboo pole and line in the water. Maybe a fish come morning?
I put two of the gum log pieces that don't burn well on top of my little oak oatmeal fire. i am cooking now with a can I recycled from the dumpster near the dock. The logs may smolder all night so there will be coals at 4am. Just in case this doesn't work, I put dry twigs in the tent. Once again I can see more rain coming. Tonight I'll bring in my still damp running shoes and two skirts. I hope not to leave any books outside.
Wind is gusting, thunder rubbing against the hills. Time to pick up. Kim called today, during her lunch break. She is working at Gatorade. Her wife (girlfriend?), passed out this week and the hospital doctors suspect multiple brain lesions. Not a fun report. Please get to fixing, sir.
One of the neat, but annoying things about living in the forest, dear, is the leaves and creatures that land in my water cup. Just heard a roar from the sky, like a male lion announcing his intent to defend the pride. All is undercover, two gum logs are wedged together.
I went back out and put another gum log on the other two, that may last. Saw a doe moving through the forest. She stopped to look at me before deciding I was not a threat. She slipped slowly until she disappeared into the brush. It is time for the does to drop their fawns. The does leave each other in the way of Whitetails and now travel solitary. I hope she does well.
I noticed that the campground sign map is a mirror of what it should be. The D campground is shown to the north instead of the south. The marked trails shown going in the wrong directions. Walked a little as the wind builds. Mosquitoes found me in every wind shelter. I am smorgasbord. I will go back in the tent now. Some of them are as fat as I am.
Good night, Father.