The wind was still blowing hard, and I decided to check out one of the Southern three sites in preparation to my exit on the following day. It was almost impossible to make progress, but I settled on the Southernmost site on Fourtown.

I tried fishing from shore, but it was still too windy. So, I settled on reading for a bit. Around 5pm I noticed a group of men pass by and I could hear them setting up camp on the same peninsula as me but through the woods to the East.

I turned in around 8pm, everything packed up for an early exit in the morning, including my pistol. I was hoping to get to a spot where I had cell service to call my wife and children before they went to school. Soon after I went to bed the wind died, and I heard what I thought was fish jumping in the water. Perfect I thought, a little salt in the wound of not being able to catch anything.

Moments later, a large animal runs in full stride from the shore directly to my hammock and tarp. I know that I am supposed to stand my ground and make myself as large as possible however, there is no quick and graceful way of getting out of a hammock system and doing that. Thankfully, just a grunt and the obligatory "go away bear!" was all that was needed. He took of silently down the path to the East to harass the campers who settled in earlier. I chuckled a little as I heard them scourge him off as well.