Origins, Pt. 14

In October of 98, Michelle and I pulled into a campground at 8,000 feet in the Kaibab Nat'l Forest near the North Rim of the Grand Canyon. It was dusk, and mule deer herds 100 strong grazed amongst the golden quaking aspens of fall. By the time the sun was completely down the temperature had dropped into the 20's. We were freezing. The older lady who was the campground hostess came around on a golf cart and sold us firewood. We sat up to stay warm around the flames, with me reading Michelle some of my stories and poems of younger days. As the fire began to run out I started burning my writings to try and keep us from freezing. The next morning we went into the general store for coffee. The sign said the low the night before had been 5 degrees.