What looked like a good place to put the tent ended up being pretty uncomfortable. I tossed and turned all night. There were sticks, pine cones and roots in all the wrong places. "Wrong places" being defined as: everywhere. In the morning I got up, did some stretches outside the tent to realign my spine, and then packed up with a serious commitment for locating another nest nearby when I returned.
Starting my commute back to Market Basket, I noticed the humidity had lessened a bit. That was nice. My sleep spot was right next to a little swamp, so I had to smile when I saw this...
This gets my award for cutest crossing sign.
From a very expensive exhaust system.
Invidia is Latin for "envy."
I arrived at Market Basket and worked for twelve hours, publishing two posts. It was pleasant. And, though I had very little money I did have a rather large "fridge" from which to choose cheap food.
When the sun drew closer to the horizon, and golden light filled the store, the parking lot and all of the earth around Nashua, I left for the sleep spot, taking note of two plants I'd seen so frequently in the last month along the roadsides...
Bittersweet nightshade (Solanum dulcamara), a noxious, toxic, and invasive plant.
Riverbank grapes (Vitis riparia), a wild grape useful as rootstock, because of its ability
to withstand extreme cold and be immune to fungus and disease.
When I'd returned to the sleep spot, I excavated a new nest area for the tent (as shown in the video below). It was only about 15 feet from the first area--not worthy of a new yellow arrow. And, I left my Nomadic symbol on the tree next to it...
Every Modern Nomad should leave his or her mark.
I'd kept a small bag of pumpkin seeds to munch on while the darkness covered the woods. But I was still hungry. So, I decided to go back to the stores along Route 101-A to look for something more substantial, in the $5.00 range. And, for the hell of it, I made the following video to show the typical (and sometimes funny) way that I can leave the tent in a safe place, thence having a little extra freedom (from the backpack) to hunt and gather a meal...
After returning, I slipped into the tent and enjoyed a more restful sleep than the night before.
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