The drive to the campsite had been quiet, companionably silent. We were both coming off hard weeks at work and had agreed without saying as much that we needed space to decompress and ease into the weekend.
I drove us to a piece of communal land shared by all the cabin owners around the lake, not too far from Abe’s rustic place. The group lot had been cleared for camping and a permanent fire circle built. Everyone around the tiny lake loved this spot because it was far enough away from civilization that you could be loud or quiet, whatever you wanted. And you didn’t have to fight the public to camp there.
By the time we got the truck unloaded and our campsite set up, we were hot and sweaty.
“You know, you could get a newer, lighter tent.” Mitch stood up, stretching his back after we’d p
