By Luke Sauer
Occasionally duty calls, and we are asked to camp as part of the show. Somehow it always ends up being Kirsten and I that camp as the rest of the crew make their retreat to a hotel. I live in a fairly busy city, and while a hotel bed is always nice at the end of a long day, the occasional night spent in a tent by a river is probably good for my psyche.
Saying goodbye to the crew, we drove off into the night to our remote campsite on the other side of the ranch. Kirsten was set to sleep in a cave just as the mine's owner had done as a greenhorn prospector. I on the other hand, had brought my tent, two pads, sleeping bag, a headlamp and a good book. If I was camping, there was no way I was sleeping in a cave ¿ that's why Kirsten gets paid the big bucks! By the light of our Jeep's high beams, I got all set up for the night and sauntering off to my swanky tent, said good night to Kirsten as she got settled in the cave. I read for the better part of an hour and feeling sleep getting the better of me, switched off my headlamp and was sound asleep.
I was woken up by a massive bustle outside my tent. It felt as though I had been asleep for hours, and I couldn't figure out what was going on. I thought it must be an animal trying to go after some food in the car. By the sound of it, it was something big, too. But as I woke up, I realized that it wasn't an animal in our car, it was Kirsten. She was setting up her tent. Rolling over, I fell back asleep.
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