at the bottom of the mountain we finally found a parking place that wasn't occupied by a bunch of cars, i was surprised so many people were excited and awake at 1:30 am (i guess i'm getting old)
with the new moon you could view so many stars out, i quickly found my two fave or more like the only two constellations i recognized easily, O'ryan and the big dipper.
the wind chilled my bones and i wrapped myself in my green blanket from mexico even though i was wearing a turtleneck, scarf and coat. thank god for long socks.
we took many night pictures, trying to capture the stars without too much blur
the hot cocoa was more of lukewarm hot cocoa and the hot tomato soup became cold soup, but it was oh so delicious anyway
we lied down on a blanket on the cold hard ground and tried keeping warm by being sardines
we were afraid of being attacked by a javelina, or i was at least
every time a good shooting star streaked by that left a trail, instead of trying to make a wish, my mind could only go "oooohhh"
it was a wonderful night, and i'm glad i found buddies spontaneous enough to go out with me. fuck being old and falling into the mundane rituals in life.