My favorite night came when the organized campfire got going. They built a communal fire pit near the clubhouse. As twilight fell, people gathered — kids roasted s’mores, seniors told tall tales, and musicians jammed on guitars. The smell of toasted marshmallows mingled with salty breezes.
I shared a story from my childhood; a neighbor recited poetry; someone passed around a thermos of hot chocolate. We gazed at constellations: Orion, the Big Dipper, and, if you know where to look, Saturn through a kid’s telescope someone had brought.
Late that night, we slowly strolled back to our RV under tiki torches, hearts full.