So, I'm posting this from my phone. Not sure how long it will end up being, as iPhone typing can easily get annoying. I would type and then post from my computer once I have wifi tomorrow (along with about 3 other things I wrote during the day), but my campsite is super buggy since it's tucked away in the trees. I'm sitting now on the docks, watching a spider wrap up some type of insect. I think she knew I was talking about her, she just froze.
I forgot about bugs. I used to rarely get bitten, but I don't know if it's from the unfortunate lack of nature in my life the last year and a half, or because these are Georgia bugs and therefore loving my northern taste, but I am no longer unattractive to them. They swarmed my face and hands as I tried to write. Once I walk back, it'll be time to hide away in my little, hopefully bug-free, orange tent
Being in Georgia, and right alongside a pond/swamp area, I think it was pretty normal for me to worry about alligators or crocodiles creeping out of the water while I was sleeping and deciding that a Kat was the perfect midnight snack (speaking of snacks, the spider just ate the fly). I hesitated between three different campsites, debating between being closer to the bathroom, distancing myself from people, or finding myself in a gator gullet. In the end, I talked to this lady who was the park "host" (all the rangers leave after 5 and there is just this couple who volunteers). She reassured me in her comforting southern drawl that I had nothing to fear, she had never seen a gator in this here park. My fear alleviated (for at least the time being) I picked the perfect site: not directly next to anyone else, but not too far from the bathroom for middle of the night trips, but therefore closer to the swamp. We'll see if I'm alive in the morning!