Last week I had grabbed a roadside campsite in the Speculator Tree Farm Easement area. Long story short is I rushed my tree selection and focused mostly on the spacing and where it was in proximity to the fire pit. In the middle of the night around 3am, I woke up from a cracking sound.
First I felt myself being pulled to the ground in a real horizontal motion. In that split second I figured my straps had slipped or broken. Next I hit the ground…
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