Wednesday night after the chickens went to roost, we had a bonfire on the shore. I zipped up my sweatshirt, added a jacket, grabbed a mug of hot coffee, then made my descent.
The boys had raised quite a blaze, and we all pulled up a log and settled in. I soon took off my jacket, ditched the sweatshirt and asked for a cold ginger ale.
We saw a flare that we established was shot for our benefit, and spent the rest of the night freaking ourselves out at the thought of being pursued by forest dwellers. Good times.
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