His campsite was simple enough. A small dining fly with a white plastic table, a blue nylon folding chair with cup-holders in the armrests, and a beat-up green cooler in the central clearing, a Eureka dome tent on the southeast corner of the camp, and a few camp tools scattered around all looked like the typical wilderness camp as approved by the Boy Scouts of America. Even the fire pit had been carefully ringed with rocks taken from the beach—if their smooth surface was anything to judge by—and she had no doubt that when they eventually found the latrine, it would be straight out of a camping manual, too.