it’s 7:30 am, and i am sitting in front of a campfire that i made about forty minutes ago.
my dog is right here, looking (and sounding) nervous about everything that comes by, cause he always reacts to strangers kind of like a very loud little girl: with squealing.
mostly, though, he’s being very good, and he’s nice to have here.
the shower was one of those that has little knife edges for water streams. it hurts, but it was soooo warm and nice after waking up in the tent and coming out here to the dew in the cold.
i stayed in the shower a good twenty minutes, just cause i could.
ahhhh.
time to stoke the fire.