Lake Camilla

…It felt like stumbling onto an oasis after hours of gloom. The lake sparkled, framed by rough boulders and tall grass. We decided to call it home for the night, hoping for a more peaceful evening. We pitched our tents quickly, then took turns washing off the sweat and dirt near the shoreline. It wasn't exactly a spa bath, but it helped. Night descended fast…

…That's when I noticed footprints on the damp bank, spaced wide and deep, like someone heavy had been pacing there. chris shrugged saying it was probably an old hiker's footprints devin and i weren't so sure the edges looked fresh still we had miles to cover so we pressed on by mid-afternoon we broke out into a sunlit clearing near lake camilla…