It’s very tempting to begin building a hideout.
Before I typed that, I could imagine myself as a boyscout picking branches and leaves. Using twine and nylon cord to fashion the materials into a wall. Then stretching out in a clothesline manner between trees.
But I can build anything at home and tote it here in the truck.
Mostly, it would be great to have a better pad to sit upon. I’d be excited about a pile of pine straw to rest my rump, but in khakis and likely damp leaves — I will pass. I will sketch this up and post a picture.