A mountain range of sparse green shrubs on thirsty golden grass with unsteady gravel grey tops looming. A still lake surrounded by slopes and campers. A chilly night, clear dark sky illuminated by thousands of twinkling stars, the Milky Way cutting across overhead. The sound of only distant cars passing on the adjacent highway, travellers heading to their next adventure, and the sound of laughter from friends still sharing stories by lantern light. The bugs are asleep, but the overhanging tree drizzles sap and splatters leaves onto my enclosing tent, my nightly cocoon.