Chris and I took the Amtrak hybrid back to poor dear sweet Van Glorious, arriving around midnite which was really late by Truckee standards. We knew we were back in the Donner Triangle when the mechanic who said he'd meet us at the train was nowhere in sight. We walked to his shop and stared at Van Glorious's only key through this barred window.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

No matter: it was the climax of the Perseid meteor shower, so we said fuck it and went to the parked but immobile Vangie to grab our sleeping bags. Unfortunately I'd previously used the only bottle of wine as a candle holder, and the candle broke in the bottle, so here's Chris straining the wax from the wine through a coffee filter. Mmm mmm good.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

The wax almost masked the wine's vinegary aftertaste. We walked a good ½ mile or so away from the halogen lights of the shop, found a dirt road and headed in. It was a perfect night to go meteor hunting: new moon, clear sky, not outrageously cold.... We walked through the pitch black night with the occasional streak overhead beyond the black tree silhouettes, found a clearing to the side of the road, and pretty much instantly fell asleep, oh well.