Thursday afternoon: We head up to Wellsboro. Rain is in the forecast, so we might as well go to the part of the PA Grand Canyon with a funky little town, in case we need rainy day activities. We get great advice from a park ranger and head into a state park, then into the state forest beyond the park, where we get to camp for free. We set up our life: toilet has a privacy tent (it's a püp tent now), put the sink together, stove's ready in a flash, bike station, and then decide to put quail in the püp for their protection from rain and predators, so in they go with all their poop.
Evening: We're loving this spot in the middle of the woods along a stream. We're parked up a crazy steep bank but can walk 1/2 mile down the trail to an easy stream access where we fill up our sink bucket and quail water and do some laundry.
Wednesday night: We got mint chocolate chip ice cream while Phillip was sick (always good to have something taste good on the way back out) but he never felt up to eating it. Campsite set up, we crawl in bed at dusk and decide we better rescue that melting ice cream from the cooler (which has kept the meat frozen quite well). We fall asleep to rain and listen to its sweet patter all through the night. When the wind picks up and it slams on the van roof fear comes without reason, just that embodied memory of things crashing into the roof...We are safe and sound.