TronBlaster

I scratched this down on a notepad in my tent when I couldn't sleep late last spring near Chimney Rocks in PA. I guess it's kind of an essay...

What a secure, serene feeling it is to be alone in a one-man tent in the back country at night.

The monotonous, droning insects completely disinterested in your presence, save for the wayward firefly that mindlessly collides with the rain fly before crash landing, or the spider that makes its way in during a vestibule breach ...