I admit it. As the campground empties daily, I seek out the forgotten or orphaned wood. This morning after surfing while walking back to my camp site, I spied a stash of wood under a bush at site 73 which was vacant. Using my towel, I loaded as much as I could carry. Had to make two more trips. We now have a growing wood pile.
Aside from leftover wood, we have been given gallons of water and a Beck CD, Morning Phase, or something like it. I have spent no time with Beck but will now thanks to a friendly youth baseball coach from Nevada who heard me playing Van Morrison the other day and thought I would enjoy Beck.
I ardently wish someone would leave me an unopened bottle of Jameson Irish whiskey or a six pack of Victoria beer.
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