All by my self! It had rained the previous afternoon after the famlily had left. There is something pleasing to be out in a rain storm with great equipment, properly set up. Sigurd Olsen was right, there's a certain beauty in the sound of rain falling on your tent or in my case the fly covering my tent. As I came down the hill from the box in the morning there was a grouse standing in the middle of camp. I stopped and watch it and it watched me. Slowly it made its way down to the lake and I followed into camp. After a few minutes I figured the bird would have moved on so I went down to get coffee water. When I turned around to go back up to camp the grouse was standing behind me not 4 feet away. Saturday was the opener for grouse and the road to Sawbill was covered in orange men, I told the grouse how lucky he was and that he should be more careful this time of year. Started reading Walden by Henry Thoreau, there's a reason its a classic.