Campsite flooded out in the night, Bavaria , Local Burgermeister of the town
dried me out and family fed me while the storm was messing up the town.

later in same trip, I camped 1st ..then heard the crack of a few high powered rifles, of
Chamois hunters in the Eastern forests of Belgium . I camped close to the highway,
hoping no one would shoot across the highway, one hunter happened by my tent,
he showed me the rifle cartridges they used.. then, at least He knew I was there.