Foggy hike out, but it was nice. Too sweaty with the rain jacket on, too damp without it. Sweatshirt soaked by the time I got to the shelter. First one in at 1pm, early, but not feeling the writing.
Some dick came in late and squeezed next to me despite the shelter being full for a long time. No tent. Big guy with an attitude. Thinks everyone is a cry-baby for mentioning that other people have already been turned away. Pushes other people’s stuff off the picnic table when he wants to cook. 65-liter pack. Hammock, but no tarp. “I figured I could just outrun the rain,” he says. He’s more powerful than nature. Idiot.