Made it back to camp around 11 a.m. after one hell of a night in Gore Canyon. Kept the fire stoked until dawn just to fend off the creeping cold. It worked, but now the phone’s dead, battery backup’s dead—both down for the count. I’m off the grid for real now. No calls, no distractions, just me and the land. But there’s plenty of water, and that’s the one thing I really need out here.
The silence is loud. It presses in when the fire dies down, the kind of quiet that you don’t notice until it surrounds you completely. I’ll take it, though. Phones can wait. The river’s still running, and the fire’s still burning.
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