I pedal slowly down the road from Hunting Hollow and make my first stop at Fern Spring, after a quarter mile
Date: August 31, 2008, 14h00
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.