So, we press on to the first night's camp at Tres Papolotes (3 windmills). Being firmly established in the #EAF disciplines, all tents and awnings are deployed in approximately 5 minutes and the fire has been lit:
We start to gather around the fire and share stories from the day, while Andy is heating up some killer Louisiana gumbo.
Of course, when #EAF camping, ordinary gas station ice for the liquor drinks just won't do. We roll with oversized, slow melt, artic-harvested, small-batch, cryogenically- preserved cubes.....
It was at this point that I first got introduced to the camp chair that Bomar picked up for me at REI in DFW on his way down. It's aptly named the "kingdom chair" - I didn't study the label (and haven't yet), but I'm pretty sure the frame is some sort of space-aged titanium blend; the arm rests are adorned with cypress harvested from Solomon's tomb and the fabric is a blend of silk and the hair of sacrificed virgins. Of course, I just quietly enjoyed it the whole trip and didn't say much about it or look down upon the modest seating accommodations of others, including Lou's midget chair (pictured bottom right above):
As the fire roared on into the night, the whiskey intensified both the stories and the laughter.... Fireman had us rolling with some stories from the station involving a push board (which I would love to repeat, but probably shouldn't).... We looked at some pictures from the national park earlier that day (which I'll let the other guys drop in now) and then turned in for the night...