I walked up to the shelter dragging enough wood for a small cook fire. It seems the two guys already at the shelter had a different idea. They had already begun burning entire trees.
The two guys were brothers from an hour away.
“You’ll like my daughter,” Allen says to me. Well, well, well. I only met him thirty minutes ago.
His daughter and son came in a few minutes later. His son unpacks his stuff looks to me and says, “Hiker, you want a carrot?”
Allen had brought entirely too much food, cooking spaghetti, preparing a fresh salad, boiling carrots, toasting a baguette.
Great food, blazing fire, cute girl, family with a sense of humor. And you thought I was going to be roughing it.