Katie returned, tossing the sleeping bag and a small shaving bag filled with basics on one bunk.
However, no sooner had he entered the tent, stripped, and crawled into his sleeping bag than his exhausted body began to drift to another world.
Dean figured it hadn't rained in Pagosa Springs in months but she began to spread out her sleeping bag in the narrow space next to him, nudging him closer to the side with her hip.
But never, never, never in his entire life had David Dean felt less like crawling out of his sleeping bag and mounting his bicycle than on the misty Colorado morning of June fifteenth.
The sleeping bag was warm and cozy, but sleep didn't come easily.