As a guest, I can stay in the Guest Tent. I still don't have my chemical toilet system setup yet. However, I do have a toilet seat, toilet paper, and a shovel; should nature call. Several of the tiki torches have citronella oil and wicks. I assembled the fuel for the campfire in the fire pit while it was light. Only a match is required to light the kindling in the fire pit later in the evening. One of the chaise lounge chairs in the screened tent was moved into the Guest Tent for use as a cot. My mummy style sleeping bag is unfurled on the cot and I'm ready to experience the night life.
The temperature has dropped into the lower 60's to upper 50 degree range. The warmth from the fire feels great. The warmth and smoke penetrate my body as I spin rotisserie style in front of the brilliant glow. The sky is clear and has a three-quarter moon in the southeast. The stars are too numerous to count. If my phone battery was charged, I'd use my Sky Map to identify the constellations. Maybe next time. No matter, the big dipper can always be counted on to be easy to find. One of the embers from the fire crackles and soars from the pit. It is guided upward by the smoke and makes a vain attempt to modify the star pattern of the sky; until it looses its thermal energy and fades to black.
Before I turn in for the evening, I want to hear the sounds of he night. I was a little disappointed that I could still hear dogs barking and vehicles on highway route 18 over a mile away. The mountain acoustics are pretty strange. There are times you can hear a conversation in the valley between people who are 1/2 mile away. Tonight, I was treated to the amplified sounds of the rushing creek and the boisterous frogs who make the creek their home. With a full belly, pajamas that smell like my campfire, and singing frogs -- it's time to go to sleep.
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