It’s a warm, August night. We had finished our first day of school, and spent an hour afterwards preparing our camping gear for tonight. The moon is reflecting it’s gentle face on the calm, deep water of the Mississippi. If you listen clearly enough, you can hear the slow water glide by. Behind me, there’s a thin layer of trees, whose branches lean towards the river, creating a pseudo-roof. Following the trees is a spacious, open field where we parked our vehicles for the night. I lay back in my favorite spot, a fallen tree, despoiled of its bark. The tree has a slight upward curve to it, which forms a perfect lounging chair. Tonight I am joined by two of my closest friends, Jack and Jon. Both are sitting on folding chairs, and enjoying a game of chess. Jon moves his Knight into position, and strikes Jack’s King. Jon has just secured his second victory in a row over Jack. Jon’s victory prompts him to challenge me to a game, one that would last under 5 minutes, in an utter defeat for him. After the game ends, we begin preparing a meal consisting of brats, pistachios, and marshmallows over an open fire, with a few Skis to wash it down. All at once, a large barge rumbles by, creating small waves that gently lap against the sandy beach. She shines her bright torch light on an old, rusted, docked barge, then points at us in order to find out what the orange glow coming from the shore might be. As she passes, I can see the soft glow of her lights inside, and the crew members on the bridge, steering the 3 football-field long ship. The silence, crickets, and frogs all fall upon as the vessel disappears into the darkness, and with her leave, the luminescence of the fire returns.