backyard camping, then a hike

Slept in the tent in the backyard again last night. Woke with a gasp at 4:00 a.m., in a sweat. I'd been having a nightmare. Not sure if it was a fever dream (the humidity climbs into the 80 percent range at night these days) or the Ben and Jerry's I'd had earlier, but yuck. I considered giving up and going back indoors but I stuck it out. I woke feeling pretty good at 7:00 a.m. when Ondine stomped on my head through the tent wall. (That's two weeks in a row.) After I broke camp we drove to the river and hiked up a dry creekbed, one of the river's feeders. There was still a little water left near where it joins the river, but it's bone dry upstream.