"6:15 a.m. The child is awake and ready to go. We walk over to the Little Naches River to look at the rocks and water and fields of wildflowers."
"7:45 a.m. I trade one set of smoke-infused clothing for one slightly less so. Today is going to be a good day. Dark hot chocolate awaits."
"9:20 a.m. The brother-in-law provides campfire FAIL!" (He will redeem himself later with campfire overachievement.)
"10:45 a.m. The child: 'Grandpa, it's time to go to the cave.'"
"11:15 a.m. Hiking up to Boulder Cave."
"12:30 p.m. Back at the parking lot."
"1:45 p.m. Just finished a lunch of hot dogs roasted on the fire, watermelon, chips..."
"2:10 p.m. Downpour."
"2:45 p.m. [Solo] bike ride along the Little Naches River."
"3:30 p.m. Others are playing rummy tiles game. I am reading Roberto Bolaño's Nazi Literature in America in the tent."
"4:30 p.m. Awaken from unintended nap."
"5:00 p.m. Fire is roaring. Dinner is cooking on propane camp stove—corn on the cob, BBQ pulled beef, coleslaw. KISS plays on the camp boom box."
"5:30 p.m. Will the brother-in-law be able to find his corn on the sob beneath tremendous amounts of butter, salt, and pepper. Methinks not."
"5:55 p.m. The afternoon rain has finally ceased, hopefully for good."
"6:30 p.m. The wind is picking up, blowing smoke and cinders about."
"7:05 p.m. Most of us are off to walk. The brother-in-law stays behind as tender of the fire and keeper of the camp."
"7:30 p.m. We are walking over a one-lane bridge that traverses the Little Naches. Swallows fly over the river, catching abundant flies and mosquitos."
"By 11:00 p.m. Bed."
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