“Do you want any beans for your pillow?”
I looked at the weather forecast in Chino Valley this afternoon, noticed the over night low of 25 degrees and shrugged it off. It will be fine.
20 miles and a few hours later, it’s already below freezing and we’re wearing all our clothes, coming up with creative things to use for pillows.
We could have hitched a ride south to warmer climes, taken the train, or a more direct route. But we didn’t. We’re stubborn and easily distracted by quiet dirt roads and rugged two track.
So, here we are, wearing everything we have and stuffing our pillows with red lentils.
The coyotes yip and the moon shines down. It’s going to be a cold night. We’ll be a bit uncomfortable. The tent is strategically placed to catch the first rays of sun in the morning. We’ll be fine.