As we turned back towards camp, we crossed over the bottom and up to a saddle bordering a prior burn where Shawn had killed a bull two years prior. There was water there, so Sam called a few times and we settled in for lunch and our mid-day rest. I was tired, but was afraid of what I'd feel like after falling asleep. I crashed anyway. Here Sam and I are both sleeping, with my camo for the day doing its job.
