On Friday, October 13, 2000, there was a full moon. Some friends and I were lost in the woods, on our way to a campground in Allegheny National Forest. We were on Route 666.
Midnight came and nothing happened.
Then again, we found our site so late that I had to cook in the dark while my friends pitched my tent in the rain. After the grease splashed onto my hand, I was too busy tending to my burn to notice that my friends didn’t know what to do with the rain fly.
The pool of freezing rain that accumulated in our tent that night felt good on my burn, but nothing else felt good. Maybe we should stay indoors today.