It appeared like a boater had set up camp and then departed. We made a wide circle not to bother this group and sat on the Celina Lake dam and had a snack. We backtracked a couple miles to one of the sites we skipped on the race in. We found a nice lake side camp with a great fire pit, good views, but questionable tent sites.
The trail in was muddier than we expected, the creeks while not difficult to hop across had a good bit of water in them too. What really stood out was the wind damage. A dozen or more trees had fallen across the trail due to the recent spring storms. These large white pines either had huge trunks which were a bear to climb over or the tops laid on the trail making a wall of branch and needles. However, these small challenges were a small price to pay to have an evening in the woods.
After much debate, we settled on a C minus site and pointed our head up hill. We spent the afternoon resting, watching the fishermen and the cloud; several times it looked like we might get stormed on, and we even heard thunder. We enjoyed a nice sunset and a cool evening around the fire. We listened to the frogs and occasion coyote yips late into the evening. The sunset views on the west-facing site had us enjoying Golden Hour and appreciative of the site selection we had settled on.