Cold, cold night, awesome morning.
"It was 10-something in the evening and 20-something Fahrenheit in the high desert. Several hours of side road exploration had taken its toll, and the cold was sapping the day's remaining energy. Tired and happy, we stared into the flames in content silence the way campers have for millennia. It's difficult to translate into words the deep, intrinsic bond between man and fire. The pop and flicker of dancing flames zero in on any rightly constructed boy like a hypnotist's watch, warming the soul and sparking the mind as it mesmerizes.Tyler opened cans of chili and Spaghettios with a hammer and screwdriver, as I had forgotten my Leatherman.
'I can't wait to see what this place looks like in the day,' he said."
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