It was the longest night of the year, the last night as well, according to the venerable old Mayan calendar, and it was an eerie one. The lightning and rolling, rumbling thunder began shortly after dark, with extended peals of doom booming from Shelter Cove to Alderpoint and everyone next day commented on it. As I broke camp in Briceland and struck out for Boonville to retrieve my rain gear and other much-needed winter clothing, they said, “The Universe realigned itself last night. That’s what all the noise was about.”
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