Off season visit, Sept 14: This campground is pretty minimal, and one key thing to note is that only a few sites have tables, and a few sites are just a place to park a car and a firepit. But the birds I saw as I was setting up my tent and wandering around were more various than I typically see in campgrounds, so that was nice.

There is no water, and no trash. There is a vault toilet, and the camping is free. There are no bear boxes. I was mostly concerned about the lack of bear boxes and trash due to my status as a bike camper, with no car to separate bears and food. And in fact, I woke up about a half an hour after falling asleep to what I thought was a raccoon batting at the side of my tent. Probably smelling the empty jerky bag. I sat up a long time wondering what to do. I ended up asking one of my neighbors who was still up to put my food bag in her car, which worked great, except she didn't want to wake up early. We compromised on 8, and that was that. I heard a rustling in the bushes a few times in the middle of the night, but it didn't sound big enough to be a raccoon.

In the morning, I expected the dawn chorus to be amazing, but it was dominated by some really rawcous jays, I think. They were not happy. And then, when I was packing up my tent, I heard the rustling again, and looked in the bushes. And saw a cute little feral kitten. Terrible in a bird refuge, I know, I know. I love birds. And also cats. It was not a dumb cat, either. It was very standoffish, until I started meowing at it, and then it knew I was a sucker, so it started mewing back at me, and followed me to the bathroom. I let it be, but still thought it was damn cute.