A Return to Concessions : Asessippi Valley to Roblin
Last night it gently rained on and off, and at one point we heard the sound of coyotes howling in the nearby Asessippi Valley. I didn't get up when the alarm went off at 5:30, hoping the rain would stop, and thankfully it did. When I finally stepped out of the tent to make the coffee the sun was turning the dark clouds pink, and a White-tailed Deer with a budding set of antlers was standing tall atop a sand dune in the hay field outside the tent. A steady stream of American Crows was flying by overhead and complaining loudly, and as I waited for the water to boil a huge Red-tailed Hawk swooped low over the field, giving its iconic screech. When we headed out we found ourselves on a gravel concession, which was wonderfully shaded by two rows of trembling aspens. Even in their shade it was already hot, but the cool breeze and the sound of the leaves rustling made for a beautiful morning. In some ways there is little to say about today. We essentially walked straight north for 30