On the south end it is difficult to find good places to camp. It is generally pretty swampy and the places that are dry tend to be hummocky (frost polygons from freeze thaw cycles). And the lack of trees makes it tough to find a spot sheltered from the wind. Hence you almost have to pick your poison - flat but swampy and sheltered, or flat and dry but not sheltered. There were also a few dry, flat and sheltered places but they tended to be situated in logistically poor places to hunt.
So we chose to camp in a swamp.
It was fairly dry when we arrived, but after a rain storm and high wind our little camp on an oxbow flooded. We noticed that the wind would blow up the creek and sort of back it up - it would blow the water back upstream! We were never totally under water, but after a few days of trampling it got pretty mucky.
But we got used to it and even reveled in the mud like pigs. Hey, what's a little mud when you got a woodstove to dry off with and a dry mountaineering tent with a floor for sleeping?
Life was good if a little adventurous.