The glow from a hot meal lingers. That last cup of hot chocolate hit the spot. Chores are done. The bear canister is packed, and conversation around the campfire has worn out. Now, as the last light of the fire flickers against the trees like a laser light show, it's time to snuggle into the sleeping bag. Ahhhh. The flashing treetops seem to point upward to the stars overhead. I watch the show till sleep overtakes me. Life is good.
This is the backcountry experience.