Well, I'm back sooner than I thought. I need a break from trying to memorize those lyrics (after all, one can't stay singing in the shower all day).

So, up here in the cool mountain air, the scent of pine trees around us, no bugs to bug us, and the sun just setting at about 9pm Mountain Time, I think I see some guys building up the campfire for the night. Is that Joe or Max with the ax, experts at splitting kindling?

Well, who has the marshmallows, hershey bars, and graham crackers? Who has the guitar? Who has the first song of the night? I'm sure we have something from the tavern to pass around as well. With the repertoire of this crowd, we should be able to sing all night.