This morning I paddle into Hall's Crossing and stop at the marina. Before I eat lunch, I stop in the bathroom and wash my hands, with warm running water. Ah, the pleasures of civilization. It's the little things, right?
After lunch, I head north thinking I'll find a camp site near Stanton Creek Campground but the water level is so low that the shoreline, which is very low angle, is mud and muck for dozens of yards. Furthermore, there's very little protection from the wind--not that it's blowing now but if the weather report is right, it soon will be.
I need a break so I find a less-mucky place and get out and walk about for a few minutes. The water bottle is helping my knee but I still need the time out of the boat to work some motion back into it.
Back in the boat I head northwest to the opposite shore where I find a cove just opposite the Bull Frog Marina. There's a short beach, a flat-topped, sandstone bulge beside it where I can set up camp and access to the sandstone hills behind so I can get a view of both Bull Frog and Hall Creek Marinas. I settle in.
After dinner I climb the hills behind me and shoot a few panoramas of Bay below. I can see all the way down to Halls Crossing. Nice.