Day 4 of 10. Camped at Moose Meadows. I just finished Poe's short story "A Tale of Ragged Mountains," that could have easily been based where we're camped tonight. Situated on the edge of an expansive Y-shaped meadow, watching the sun drop lazily, flirting with the tree line. Shirtless, I can feel the air easing through the meadow, through the trees, to our camp. Dinner's on the pot, and Sam and Dave have taken to the breeze as well, all three of our sweat and salt stained shirts hanging from a branch. Sam's legs must have felt left out, because he's stripped down to nothing but his underwear. My mouth cracks a smile without telling me as I watch him hunch over the pot attending it like a mother would a sick child. "It's gotta be perfectly seasoned he says," as I complain to him about the rumblings in my gut. "Have I ever let you down?" he shoots a look with a spoon to his mouth, testing the broth. I agree that he hasn't, and wait, looking every so often at my empty bowl. I finished Crime and Punishment, which left a strong impression, I'll probably start it again this hitch. It's hard to imagine being completely moral-free to the point where you've convinced that burying an axe into an old woman's head is not only wrong, but actually doing the world good. Anyway enough of that, dinner smells ready, and the sun's nearly out of sight.
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