Shades of red
“That guy was talking to you,” Brenna tells me as I’m crouched inside the tent, inflating our mattresses. I couldn’t hear anything over my own huffing and puffing so had no idea anyone was even out there. “He said there’s a rattlesnake by that tree,” she explains, pointing to where the access road passes our site.
We thus tread warily when we set out for a short survey of the campground. Happily, we don’t see or hear a snake. We exchange greetings with a couple other campers before stopping a minute downstream to take in the sights at the river’s edge.