It's insanely windy today. So I decide it's a good day to rest again. The wind is keeping the mosquitos at bay. I lounge in my hammock reading and writing for most of the day. It's been hot so I swim a lot. I float, look up at the sky and am thankful for this feeling of being supported in the water. I sink in to this feeling of floating. It's really quite something.

There's a chipmunk that is making a home for herself (I've named her Harriet) in a cedar tree at camp. She gnaws away at it and has created quite an impressive mound of wood shavings on the ground. I think I'll use some for kindling if it's ok with her. She likes the cedar blossoms or nuts or whatever they are. I was laying in the sun earlier and hear what sounds like a very angry bird behind me. It keeps chirping. I look back and there's Harriet standing on her hind legs right next to my foot yelling at me. I don't think she's happy I'm laying here. I'm in her way. I am in her path from her favorite cedar tree to a little chipmunk beach. I watch her wash herself. I move out of the way. She is pleased.

As I lay in my tent tonight a mouse literally runs up and over the top of my tent. Weird. I've never experienced that before.

A bear (or something) visits camp this night. At around 3am I hear something big walking around the rock/gravel around my tent. I'm groggy but can tell it's getting close. I clap my hands and yell and I hear it run into the woods. I unzip my tent to see a very large wet trail from my canoe near the lake, up to my tent. I notice my canoe also has some muddy marks on top of it where it looks like some creature has crawled over it. Bear? I don't know. Probably. It takes some time, but I fall back asleep.