Getting to the end of the road, sun setting behind mountains, no other light can be seen, except that, and the motorhomes headlights. Parking, George gets out, and hauls the supplies with him, looking at the sky pensively.
Dumping his stuff, he pulls off his boots, jacket, and shirt, tossing them next to the food, and starts looking for deadwood. Finding enough pretty quickly, he sets up a fire, and, punching a few holes in the tin with a hunting knife, puts a can in the fire.
Sitting, he waits for it to heat, and opens the bottle. Sniffing, he takes a slug, then spits it on the fire.
"Fuck. Thats terrible!"
Frowning, he takes another drink, and manages to not spit it.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ucTWCR1VJf8
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