Shower Stall
I was finally back to the campsite; I had been fishing about a mile and a half away from where the campground was, and lugging my fishing equipment all that way had tired me out. It was humid and hot out; it had been raining earlier in the day and now the air was sticky. My shirt was drenched and my pants were drenched and I was pretty miserable from the hike. It was around 8:30 by the time I had the fire going and made supper, but by nine I was done getting everything situated. I decided to sit down for a couple beers before I went up to the showers; I figured by 10 it would be empty of anybody still coming back from the beach. I grabbed up my towel and necessities …