. . . and then the gentle quiet and wondrous solitude went straight to hell when Gary and John pulled out the beer and Laura and Jim opened the scotch! Par-tee! Oh - I guess you weren't referring to the campground . . .
Very nice narrative Chris - the soul of a poet is exposed! It captures many of the reasons I keep going back to DV in the winter. Solitude and quiet are very, very easy to find in this place.
