After leaf peeping I walked down to the water. This is what a found tucked away at the end of a pier.

A futon mattress, pillow, briefcase, hand lotion, a pile of crumpled clothes, a pair of suede flats, body wash, and a blanket. No one was there.

Did someone leave this for a homeless person they saw sleeping out here? Is a college student doing this for a project? Have I stumbled on the home of the Jack Kerouac of the business world? Did I make my bed this morning?

I want to go back at night and see who sleeps here but I won't for fear I'll be killed by a crazy woman wearing better shoes than me.