I will say that Lloyd is oddly a gathering place for pottery in particular & also other artists so the gas station owner, though rural, may have seen it all already.
My worst night of camping was in a field after a summer wedding. I went to bed early before my boyfriend, now husband but realized that I had forgotten my ear plugs. I laid there for hours listening to the loud screams of drunk people enjoying a wedding reception. At some point I fell asleep only to be awoken at 5am by my boyfriend's rancid fart inside our tiny tent.
There weren't any ticks so maybe it wasn't all bad...
Also totally with you on Peak Otter.
Lol to your fruit salad camo.
I will say that Lloyd is oddly a gathering place for pottery in particular & also other artists so the gas station owner, though rural, may have seen it all already.
My worst night of camping was in a field after a summer wedding. I went to bed early before my boyfriend, now husband but realized that I had forgotten my ear plugs. I laid there for hours listening to the loud screams of drunk people enjoying a wedding reception. At some point I fell asleep only to be awoken at 5am by my boyfriend's rancid fart inside our tiny tent.
There weren't any ticks so maybe it wasn't all bad...
I've heard of waking up at the crack of dawn, but the crack of doom... that's much worse.