Sunday, September 06, 2015 It rained pretty well last night. I had to get up and adjust my tarp, which is always fun in the rain! I took my time this morning and fixed pancakes. I don’t particularly like pancakes, why did I bring pancakes? Reason, they are a traditional camping food, how stupid. It was a solo trip; I will not bring pancakes again. Man, I can be dumb. The forecast was clear and I had an easy day of travel. My goal was to camp on Boulder Bay. I swung by the pictographs on LLC and made sure I saw the initials and date pecked into the granite above the pipe man. I got to Boulder Bay and made my way along the campsites. The last one (1821) was open and was an excellent site. I set up camp knowing I was staying at least 2 nights. This was the only site I was unable to get a lake view from my hammock, but my tarp was excellent. I set my chair on a big, flat lakeside rock and whittled and contemplated. I could have stayed there for a very, very long time. My plan for tomorrow was to explore Boulder River and fish. The weather radio said I was under storm warning number 503, I think I have been under 501 and 502 as well. My stomach has been squirrelly all day, I am glad my wife insists on putting pepto in the med kit. Speaking of squirrels, I have enjoyed the harvesting of pine cones by the critters. I find it interesting that not once have they dropped on my tarp.