It had all been new to her when she first set hoof into the camp, but now the little details were sticking out, in a way which made her wonder how she’d missed them before. The pavilion poles were segmented. The ground wasn’t cleared at all—detritus and rocks littered the ground. The table had a seam in the center; diagonal supports on the legs were riveted in the center. He had an icebox—but no stove, just a kettle supported on a green cylinder. An oar which was a match to the one she’d seen in his boat leaned up against a tree.