Last night ended up at a Georgia park that needed a 1.5 mile hike through a canyon to the campsite.

With no one else camping in the backcountry that night, the ranger informed me we'd be the only ones out there.

With my backpack too small to bring a pillow and dog bed, the canine and I fought over a balled-up hoodie and one-person sleeping mat; woke several times at the yips and howls of distant coyotes, and nearby rustling leaves.

Tonight we sleep among RVs, feet from the car.

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