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The other day, I went on an overnight tour for the first time this year.
The original plan, or concept, or enthusiasm, was "camping on the extremely cold snow."
Due to various adult circumstances, we changed our plans to renting an air-conditioned bungalow (complete with mattress).

Setting aside the fact that the sensible temperature that day was outside the expected range and what percentage of it accounted for the reason for changing plans, the adults packed up and departed without saying much...

dodo dodo dodo

ba ba ba ba ba

When we arrived at the campsite, we found it to be completely reserved and did not disappoint.
The yellow earth with withered plants and only a few cats has an unmistakable sense of openness and at the same time a glimpse of emptiness, an atmosphere that is more subtle than exquisite, and perhaps I have misread the atmosphere. Our group is
All I can do is enjoy it.

Rolling around more than necessary

While listening to Tom Waits' all '55 mixed with noise squeezed out from a TAIWAN transistor radio

Warm up your stomach with a cup of espresso brewed on a 60's pumping GI stove.

Before the sun sets, we warm up in rust-red drums,
When the firewood burns out

Escape to a small, heated bungalow
Go to bed early.

The next morning, it was -6 degrees Celsius, and the gas tank was frozen.

Warm every inch of your body with three cups of espresso,
Well, shall we go soon?

It was a short trip that went by in the blink of an eye.

Nothing can replace the time you spend running with your friends.