CHAPTER ELEVEN
August 29, 2013, 12:05 AM
Campsite, 70 Yards North of Schnebly Tank,
Conagua Creek
Coconino National Forest, Arizona
I woke up with a start. I’d forgotten for a moment where I was. I had to blink several times to clear my vision. Unless I’ve been staring at a computer all day, I still have 20/20 vision for anything beyond arm’s reach.
I looked around. Everything seemed fine. The fire needed to be stoked a bit. Fleet sat with his back to the fire facing outward, leaning against a large boulder in almost the same position as when I drifted off to sleep. Eddie and Father Pat curled up on their mats. The priest snored softly.
Men my age wake in the night to urinate. My bladder set my first priority. I stood up, stretched—happy that I wasn’t stiff—and walked to the north s
