Moist and gray all day. Rain and mist. Anything already wet stayed wet. I sit under the tarp and read. I realize that eating sunflower seeds in the shell can be a lot like fishing from shore -- lots of work with little or no reward (although you do become intimately familiar with contours: the contours of your mouth, with seeds; the contours of the lake bottom, with fishing). Almost no wildlife out and about today. I take pictures during some breaks in the rain.

I finish reading the Gary Snyder. I read more Cortazar -- barely survived it. He is absolutely devestating to the soul, but in a good way -- as exercise damages muscles, though ultimately makes them stronger.

I head to the tent by 10pm -- more rain and strong wind soon afterwards.