For some reason my gray matter was firing on all cylinders at 4 a.m. Unzipping the corner of the swag, I peeked out. A full moon hung low on the horizon, playing hideandseek with clouds as it chased the austral constellations west. The rain and wind of the previous night had lapsed, and the dank desert air was still as a basement morgue. My wife, Suzy, did a crocodile death roll, pulling the sleeping bag over her head and exposing me to the elements. Crawling out with my headlamp, I fired up billy for my morning fix of caffeine and went in search wood dry enough to burn. Cradling my cuppa joe, I surveyed the surroundings. The moonglow cast a cerulean veil over distant rolling hills, and I was certain…
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