Grandpa and Brian were usually back from hunting by 5:30 or 6:00. We enjoyed our evenings by having "cocktails" as grandpa says. His favorite saying is, "It's five o'clock somewhere."
Then we would watch the sun slide up and over the mountaintops.
Around 7:45 the boys would start a fire while I cooked dinner. We were so lucky; because we were in a "wilderness area," there were no fire regulations. Down in the lower meadow campsites, by the road, they couldn't have a campfire. And what's a camping trip without that flame rising out of the darkness, warming you from the evening chill and encouraging you to share stories? If it hadn't been for the fire, we'd have gone to bed at 8:30!