Eating dinner out in the middle of nowhere, with no sounds but one's own, is a delight.

I am sitting on mud flats. Or should I say salt flats? It is clay-like mud of unknown
depth covered with a very thin layer of salt. It was dry enough not to be slippery
and supported my weight easily. The (rear) tires of the Green Weenie sunk in about
a half an inch (1.3cm); the front tires were higher up, on the causeway. I parked
it that way to level the car's interior slanting floor for sleeping.

My plan had been to camp on the east side of the island, but the access
road was badly-eroded, so I retreated to the causeway to spend the night.

Joe Tripod, whose support enabled me to take this picture, sank into the mud by an amount measured in millimeters.
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