We laugh as Jeremy describes the creatures he imagined behind noises he heard last night until finally he got up and found a bit of tent rustling in the wind. We’ve all been there. The midnight brain is a funny thing. Who hasn’t found themselves awake, concocting a brilliant idea in the wee hours only to realize in the light of day what idiocy it was? I hope it’s not just me.
We also commiserate (like old men?) over some struggle we had staying warm. We have the right gear — just need to add another layer tonight.
“Stand there a sec’ while I get a picture,” I ask Joel before we depart. He was showing off his new camping slippers yesterday. They’re sparkly on the inside. Next he’ll offer to interpret our dreams and we’ll have to throw him into a pit. (If you didn’t get enough Sunday School, that’s a reference to the Bible story of Joseph and his brothers.)