I haven’t been a meat eater quite long enough to cook a huge slab of beef over our campfire. And why would we, when there’s fly-fished trout? I’m not saying we ourselves caught our dinner, but charcoal grilled fish on the banks of the river it came from – can’t be beat. The sun sets late here, around 9pm, lighting up the hail from a sudden storm like flashlight beams through falling crystal.
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