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Scott finished hammering the tent pegs into the hard ground. His eyes were grainy from having not slept in almost forty-eight hours. The journey to Two Rivers, and Point Beach State Forest in Wisconsin took just under six hours, so he’d tried sleeping in his truck, waiting for the campsite visitor center to open. He’d managed forty winks before a member of staff knocked on the window.
The campsite was busy with a mixture of tents of varying sizes; some huge and others two-berth, while the less adventurous slept in camper vans or larger recreational vehicles. Scott’s tent was as basic as it got. He’d bought it from the campsite store for thirty bucks. He’d also bought a fishing rod, and a boating pass.
He was looking forward to spending some time on the beach. Fixing his folding chair
