Point Lopez. The air was Baja-hot and a nearby fire made for an interesting sky. Unexpected rain that night. We rolled up in tarps, individualy sweating the night out. Mark chose to forego the tarp roll-up. At 5:00 a.m. I awoke to find him sullenly sitting on a tree stump, holding his kitten-sized soaking sleeping bag in his left hand. The night had been long for all of us, but mostly for him.