Somewhere out west where the sun sets slowly and the stars are brilliant white.   Coffee tastes its best in the morning, a cold beer does great in the afternoon heat and a nice red goes well with the tail truck cuisine.  The day hikes are remembered around the open fire, and tall tales grow taller.  Shooting stars provide the floor show preceded best by an opening act of a full moon rising above the horizon.  Best of all, old friends and new friends share and sing of times gone by and times to come.