none of us got much sleep that night, it was so cold that icicles where hanging from the ceiling of the tent even though we had a wood burning stove going inside the tent. if we want to change for the better, we have to choose to do so- one of the lessons rivers teach us is that even dead fish swim with the flow. "i hope we will soon reach the end," she said. i take no prescription drugs nor sleep-inducing medicine. noise from an occasional distant train. you can say that here, nature is perfect. 