I've been busy since my last hiking trip, so I haven't mentioned my last copperhead adventure. I hiked Sunday afternoon, then camped that night. Monday morning when I was taking down my tent, one minute there was not a snake in camp, then when I went around to take up the tent stakes there was one about a foot from the tent. My lady ranger friend had told me the like to get under tents. I kind of laughed when she told me, but now I have to rethink that. And I had been getting up to pee during the night without my headlamp. I guess I had better use it.
The sucker was so hard to see, if I looked away from him to pack my stuff up, I couldn't see him until he moved again. I decided to wait to cook breakfast until I was at a grassy area with higher elevation. The blue blaze back to the real trail is only a tenth of a mile, but I saw another one on the way. Makes a fellow jumpy.