I finished attaching the rainfly and stood back to admire my work. I stopped the timer on my phone, it read "5:56:
"Nice," I said out loud to myself, feeling accomplished having beat my record by two-minutes. My blue two-person tent sat at the bottom of a bowl surrounded by the Appalachian mountains. The air felt fresh in my lungs and I admired the pink flowering trees that lined the campground. The sites were first come first serve. As I was driving up I slapped my steering wheel out of excitement when I saw the site with the easiest river access was open. I almost wanted to head out for the Grand Peak trail this night and complete what I had been training for months to do. A few other campers scattered the area. I made a note to go introduce myself to people after I was all set up. I slid the canopy out from my perfectly packed trunk. After setting it up, I went to collect sticks for a campfire, sat by the rolling river and enjoyed the contrast to the environment of the busy city I had left behind just hours ago. As I prepared re a fire for dinner, I played Elliot Smith's album 'Either, Or' from my phone, keeping it low so as not to disturb the other campers. I hummed along softly. I saw a pair of large hiking boots step into my prefferie so I looked in their direction.
"Hey! Hope I didn't spook ya." I looked up at the man, immediately noticing how smooth the stranger's voice was.
I stood up from the wood chips where I kneeled and slapped them off of my knees while replying,"Oh not at all!"
I gave a warm smile."It's nice to see another solo camper out here, what can I do for ya?"
The man smiled warmly back. He had wavy brown hair that sat on his shoulders and rectangular glasses sat on his strong nose. He wore hiking pants and a red and black flannel with the sleeves rolled up. My eyes flicked down for a moment, and I noticed the farmer's tan he had hidden under the sleeves,
"I thought I was more prepared, but I checked and I cannot find my bottle opener, you got one I can borrow?"
"Of course! That's arguably the most important item."
He gave a laugh that sounded like it belonged with the chirping of the birds and the water passing over the rocks. I tried not to shake my head at myself as I reached into my pocket and handed him the spoon with the end for a bottle cap my brother had lent me before leaving. His fingertips grazed mine as he took it. He seemed to make no notice of it,
"Thank you." He turned around and I watched as he walked with a confident sway back to his campsite which was a couple sites away from mine on the left.
"Why don't you bring me a drink when you bring that back... as repayment," I shouted to his back.
"You got it!" he yelled over his shoulder. I wanted him to look in my direction again. I saw the steady smoke coming from his fire and got back down on my knees to continue on my own. I tried not to listen for the sound of returning footsteps as I focused on placing little twigs into a cone-like shape. I carefully placed paper in the middle of the small structure, then stuck my lighter underneath the edge of the paper and flicked the switch. I smiled widely as it immediately took. I watched in the dimming sunlight as the red flame consumed the cone. Hopping off my knees, I sat back in my folding chair and took enjoyment in watching my work. The warmth engulfed my face. I looked up and saw the camper returning, two drinks in his hand. His glasses had started falling down his face, so he used the inside of his elbow to push them up his face. Was it the fact that he almost spilled one of the drinks or that he looked good doing it that made my heart flutter?
"Good job. That's a nice fire you've got going." The deep notes of his voice brought an added layer of warmth to my body. I pushed down more feelings that were threatening to arise in my body. Why was I feeling this way so quickly? I told myself it must have been the darkness from the night.
"Thanks. I'm kind of a fire master." I could smell his cologne as he leaned over to hand me the drink, a subtle pine scent.
"Oh, I might have to give you a run for your money." He gave an amused laugh as he took a seat on the gravel mixed with some grass (not enough) next to me.
"Fire-building race tomorrow, you're on."
"You got it."
As he took a sip of his drink, I couldn't help but let my eyes flash to where he was sitting to see his shirt stretching to reveal a bit of his lower tummy as his arm went in the air.
"What do I get if I win?" he teased.
I traced my eyes to his face. There was a whisper from the side of my mind that urged me to admit what I wanted,
"I've got some Twizzlers in my car." I baited him, and I watched another smile cross his face.
"Twizzlers are my favorite."
"They're mine too." I looked at the fire, and I thought I saw his eyes flash across my frame.
"Judging by your clothes, you must be doing some trails tomorrow. I did the Grand Peak today, it was gorgeous." I raised my eyebrows at him,
"That's why I'm here, I am going to hike that trail tomorrow."
I pictured the way the mountain will look in real life, more massive than the photos let on. My mind also explored the different way his stomach must look underneath his flannel, soft and sore from the miles up the mountain.
"How long did it take you?" I looked down at my feet as I expectantly waited.