I didn’t sleep well last night. The trains seem to come about every hour or so all night long.
I did my usual morning routine at about 7:30
After breakfast I did a little exploring, maybe 1/4 of the beach front here. I noted some spots to try fishing later.
I chose a spot to dig in the sand to make a primitive cache/cooler: a buried tote.
I explored some of the land between the rail and the road, discovering some neat rail ruins on the way.
I spent most of the day building a brush wall to obscure my camp from any lurking vagabond or kayaked. While packing branches and brush up the hill I found some other things.
The river is an odd entity. It is great equalizer giving and taking without rhyme or reason. The river, like the sun, is indifferent to the likes of me.
I found a few buckets of railroad ties, useful for making camps, but not recyclable locally. The metal yard won’t take rail components.
I found some dinosaurs and a few vehicles in the sand. Quite a good find.
I found a very mossy boot, a decrepit stroller, and all manner of flotsam and jetsam. Everything falls into the river, and the river deposits things on its way down.
My diet is still very simple, consisting mostly of trail food. Things I can hold without refrigeration.
Towards the evening I managed to squeeze in about 30 minutes of fishing. I chose a spot that looked deep coming off a steep cliff and cool with the shade of a few sycamore.
I used nightcrawlers for bait and got one fish hooked. I fought it for 2 or 3 minutes until it broke the line.
Just before dark the sky opened up with thunder and rain, cutting my fishing short.
No fishing victory for me today. Boring trail food before bed with hopes for a better tomorrow.
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