This evening our group site is much more animated. We have a potluck, with addictive barbecue chips from John, crab dip from Oscar, brats and kielbasa from Mary and Clint, Ann’s buffalo stuffing, apple pie from Ingrid, chocolate chunk cookies from Karen, with wine, beer, and champagne from all directions. Matty and Ann, who we met climbing on Billboard join us, then Willem and Shana from Boulder introduce themselves, asking if we’ll share our fire. It’s a great mix of people, with good conversations thriving, but none of us make it the requisite 7 hours from sunset to midnight. Ann and I hear a few cries from hardier souls from our sleeping bags.