It is now just after midnight. The fire is burning, the moon is shining, and the mozzies are buzzing. Supper consists of delicious Twizzlers and Doritos. Glenn and Frank take the two-man "Brokeback" puptent, while I cleverly curl up in my sleeping bag out in the glory of the starlight, protected against the nasty mosquitos by a swath of mosquito netting purchased earlier today at Canuck Tire.