The gravel of dry-in-summer Orestimba Creek radiates heat on a 100-degree day like concrete does in a big city
Date: September 03, 2008, 16h39
As I walk up the Kelly Lake dam, I see a tent near the lake in the distance
I can also see four people over there, two of whom are in the water, the first humans I've seen since entering Henry Coe six days ago. I don't approach them, not wanting to break their precious solitude, nor mine. I return to the 10-ton bike back at the outhouse.