Beans,
Many, many moons ago, a buddy and I went up to Wildrose Peak, just west of Death Valley proper. This was late February. Nice winter hike with nice views of Telescope Peak and the valley. We hiked up and back down with no drama and got back to the trailhead/parking area where there were several abandoned charlcoal kilns (from the mining days).
I went out and relieved myself and came back looking for my buddy. I heard noises from one of the kilns and stuck my head in the door of the stone/brick "teepee" like structure. It sounded like an espresso stand.
"Shhhhhhrrrrrrrrrrrsssssshhhhhh"
My buddy was sitting next to his Svea 123 holding a mug to nozzle of an espresso pot.
"Espresso!?!? You've got to be joking."
He grinned. "Ah.... but, we are not savages!"
Too good! I dig that! My grandfather used to say "Our ancestors killed mammoths with sticks, we're all descendants of bad asses".
Certainly we're savages no longer





