It is now hard dark and the temperature has dropped at least 25 degrees from the valley. My mother bought this tent this afternoon on sale and it didn't come with instructions. I left them home. They were too long too fit in my pack. And then comes dinner.
Someone builds a fire.
Every boy brings a can to add to the pot. Nobody has brought a can opener. It's mulligan stew. Russian Roulette style. You haven't lived until you've eaten sauerkraut, candied yams, okra, tamales, bean sprouts, maraschino cherries and Spam poached in smoked oyster sauce.