… at the end of the road, soaking in the black of night. All 15 of us. Switched on my headlamp. The ranger’s office was a short walk away, so we carried our backpacks and settled down. This is home for the night. We had a simple dinner and tried our best to retire early, for the walk tomorrow will be long. There’s no phone line. The midnight air is cold and chaotic; a cacophony of insects, gushing water and someone snoring. Goodnight.