Neither of us are feeling particularly hungry, so we just keep the hot water going for most the morning. With mugs recklessly filled to the brim, I opt for lounging on the luggage bags across from the main cooking station. As I settle into this cozy nook, I wrap up again within the confines of my sleeping bag. My very Romanesque position reminds me of long road trips I had with my family as a kid. Bags had to be carefully placed so that I could maximize my property.
Life is good today.
No pressing deadlines, tasks to tend to, places to be, goals to be met. Today I will simply be. Be in Patagonia. Be in Rio Blanco. Be under this shelter.