So we stayed in the tipi on Saturday night. Wes, Katy and Jadin spent part of the evening with us. We warmed up by the fire, the adults drank wine out of plastic cups, Jadin helped Charlotte drink her bottle and told us knock-knock jokes, and the dogs went berserk running around outside.
Things got a little weird after they left. Maybe it was the shadows the fire cast on our new liner. Maybe it was the sense that we truly were outside, a much different feeling than camping in a sealed tent. Maybe it was the peyote.
We all slept pretty well, considering the three of us were sharing a small futon in a new place. That is, until the cat found us. Adam woke up to animal sounds outside, and not long after I turned over, opened my eyes, and was nose to nose with Oso. In the morning I got up to let the dogs out, and found his housewarming gift to us just inside the door:
The night left us with many different feelings and ideas. We need to make the floor better, the liner tighter, and figure out how to keep the baby out of the fire. Our dogs were chilly and restless all night. The baby can't sleep with us if we want to sleep well. We want to stay here all the time. We were sad to leave and return to the grind, and trudged down the dewy hill thinking about the next time.
