On Saturday October 4th, after the sunset on the foothills of the Adirondack Mountains, my brother and I hiked into the woods, along the mighty Raquette River, with little idea of where we were going to set up camp. It was about 11 PM when we finally had the site set, and we celebrated our liberation from civilization with, reading of Emerson, and drinking of booze.
The next morning, we rose with the sun (I did anyways), and found ourselves to be situated closer to the river than we had anticipated in the disorienting darkness. Being ‘black powder days,’ we found ourselves in the midst of gunfire and squawking geese. At one point we even had a hunting dog sniffing our butts.