May 14
Early in our trip, a man walked into our lakeside campsite proffering a joint.  His name was Brian, about the same age as us, and he seemed to be seeking sanctuary while purporting to round up his wife's dogs.  He admired our tent, and ignored his wife the first time she yelled for him to return from his site on the hill.  By the third time, she was really angry and added a threat.  Brian shuffled back up the hill, but the dogs got there first.  She collected them and roared away without a goodbye. 

I saw Brian later, wandering around his campsite, looking forlorn.  I wanted to ask him to come down to our roaring fire, but I think he knew he was welcome.  Perhaps he was humiliated, or maybe, hurting.