Spending a night alone in a shelter produces many emotions in me. First, I like the security of thick walls should a tree fall during a storm. Second, the level floor is dry and flat. I really do think it amazing how incredibly uneven the bare ground can be. Third, the roof offers protection from the rain. Fourth, the coziness of the shelter is reassuring compared to the vastness of the forest wilderness. Fifth, I find it a bit unnerving to lay in my sleeping bag and try to sleep knowing that at any moment a person or persons may stamp in from the dark night. Not scary but just anxious that the communal space may have to be shared at any given moment. The sense of vulnerability that I must cohabitate with total strangers in such a confined space leaves me a bit uneasy whilst I try to fall asleep. Lastly, the same walls that comfort me with their protection from the elements and falling debris also leave me blind on three sides. I cannot see anyone approaching until they are literally right in front of me. Bears included. This is where your sense of hearing becomes a bit amplified. The sound of clicking metal trekking poles, leaves rustling, boots thudding against stones, and the blasting wind that sounds creepily like a woman singing keeps me from a sound sleep.
