Ah yes, a late night in Nebraska. I remember hearing a commotion rising up from the darkness somewhere below, TJ coaxing the bonfire in a manner that would've provoked envy in Hephaestus, and praying that I wouldn't take a wrong step and plummet over the cliff edge down to the water. Or if I did suffer a misstep, hoping the fall would kill me outright and save me the embarrassment of reliving the incident all weekend. Good times.
