The extra quart bottle of gasoline I could refill and then drop in one of the pre measured ounces of oil. It seemed to be an easy way to replenish my ...as on the road. Not that I expected to need it on that trip. Nonetheless to be a real test everything had to be the same.2. Camping gear and my two cooking utensils were all in place.3. Bike tools in the extra large plastic peanut butter jar were all accounted for4. Spare parts in place.Looking back at the trailer I realized it wasn't running. The nostalgic smell of burning candle mixed with her exotic perfume was still lingering in my nose. Still thinking, I switched on the phone and immediately a familiar music pulled me out from my reverie. I picked up my phone."Hello (my name), I have been trying so many times to reach you." The voice of the lady at the other end was fraught with urgency and sadness. Before I could reply, she said, "I'm really, really sorry that I couldn't make it today ... my brother got into an accident ... I'm. Do you want to grab a coke or a tea ?” I hurriedly agreed that would be great. I got out and followed her to the door. She unlocked the door and turned toward me, her shirt now obviously wet, like two perfect silver dollars on her grey shirt. I don’t know if she caught me staring, but at that point, she didn’t care. “ Come on in – grab something from the fridge – it’s clean, I promise!” we both laughed at that one. “I will be right back” she said. I found a can of Fanta in the fridge, I. Up ahead, they could see smoke rising in a thin column. Their care doubled, they moved toward the source of the smoke.They were still two miles away when John stopped everyone. He said, "We have two choices. One is to sneak up and hope we're better at that than whoever might be at the smoke. The other choice is to go there openly and hope for some friendship. I don't want to fight a battle. If we come openly, we have a better chance to be friends."I say let's go in and try to talk."The faces.