When Knight chanced upon this secluded part of Maine for the first time, and made the decision to stay, he had to do whatever he could to survive. This pertained not only to finding food but also to securing shelter.
Sure, he had a tent, but how well would it hold up when it rained, especially when the earth was so muddy and malleable? One night, he made the rash decision to sleep inside an empty cabin.
Camping in a cabin can be an experience in and of itself—when it’s your cabin. But when you sneak into a stranger’s home, with the possibility of getting caught at any moment, things can get stressful.
That night, Knight lay in the dark certain that the cabin’s true inhabitants would arrive at any moment and find him sulking in the shadows. Needless to say, he greeted the next morning on edge and unrested. From then on, Knight vowed never to sleep indoors, no matter how harsh the elements got.
For Knight, finding the right place to stay took awhile. Deep holes that very few hikers would chance upon were possible contenders. After all, who would want to bother stumbling through the dark and chancing upon a moody bear or an unfamiliar man?
He tried settling down near the riverbank, but that wasn’t quite right for him. When he finally found his dream home, he knew it immediately.
It brimmed with overgrowth, unrelenting and cloying. One single path wound up to it before trailing off into an incomplete thought of dust and rocks. Boulders loomed over the area, casting shadows and barring sun from entering beyond a few meek beams of light.
It was an area that nobody would ever visit, he assumed. He settled in a clearing surrounded by groups of boulders. Entrance to the space was only possibly through a passage hidden to the visible eye. He set up the tent with little incident. His new home was ready. It was perfect for him. Life as he knew it was about to begin anew. But at what cost?
Knight eventually embraced his new woodland home. He’d have to stumble over rocks and damp earth and make do with what nature provided in desperate times. But that is just what he did when the need arose.
Capitalizing on his resourceful nature, he’d often cup snow in his hand and drink it melted. The magazines that coated his floor were also great for absorbing water, which would ensure he’d never go thirsty. Of course, there were some goods nature simply could not provide.