Friends that come and go around our bonfire at all times of day (yes, we do need a fire at most times of day, even in the summer… good thing the territorial campgrounds provide unlimited free wood!), the shared food and stories, the distinct smell of poplar wood burning (so very different from the piñon and mesquite wood from Arizona and Utah), the wild rose bushes in the morning light. The fox that comes almost every night at 10 pm below our campsite. The way the horizontal 11 o’clock sunlight hits the tip of the spruce trees. And the familiarity of it all.