The coyotes are singing, and all the sane people have gone to bed. Doug has turned in also, though his sanity is up for debate.
The stars always burn bright here. I always regret not bringing one of my telescopes. Then I remember how much they weigh.
I'm sleeping next to my pickup. A pine cone could fall and wipe me out. The things are as big as a nerf football, I'm going to grab one and mail it back east.
Jessica arrived, but the combination to the gate was changed. She went out to find a hotel. Andrew was bummed out. He turned in as soon as we got back to the pits.
Doc roasted me with one of his .001 lights in the second round. He owned his offspring, pushing him out the top, then red lit to Glen in the final. If you don't go red every once in a while, your not really trying.
It's getting late, I need to crawl into my sleeping bag and kiss the coyotes goodnight.
Ceej
