Somewhere out west, ite sun s,s slowly and the stars are brilliant white.   Coffee tastes its bestmorning; morning, a cold beer does great in the afheat and antinomiane 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 afriends and new friends share and sing of times gone by and times to come.