In July 1986 I went on an extended solo kayaking trip in the waters between mainland British Columbia and northern Vancouver Island. The shoreline throughout this area is rugged and densely wooded, and it's not easy to find a good campsite unless you happen on an old shell midden. On this occasion, I had to spend the night in a small cove where the surrounding brush was too thick to get off the beach. I made up this bed on a big old piece of driftwood. In the middle of the night the water completely surrounded me, but of course it was not deep enough to float the log.