There weren't many good places to stealth camp along this patch of US11. Luckily, an abandoned home with a barn appeared out of nowhere in the dark night. Even though I don't believe in apparitions, there was no way I was going to sleep inside the spooky home with the broken windows. Instead, I opted for the barn in the back where some farm equipment was stored. Cow poop was all over the place.
After deciding to stay in the open barn for the night, I walked about 3/4 of a mile further down US11 to a Burger King and gas station and bought dinner and a soft drink. The sky agreed to be silent for the rest of the night.
