"I'm fine. I'm used to it now. Camping out every day. There are some compromises but there's a sense of freedom to it, I suppose." He said, flipping the steaks as they seared nicely. He began slathering on some barbeque sauce of his own recipe. The smell of seared meat and spices filled his nose, masking the scent of the girls and pretty much everything else around them. It was a great smell and he almost lost himself in it.<br/><br/>"How do you usually like your steaks?" he asked.<br/><br/>In the distance, he could hear vehicles going in both directions on the highway, and across the lake was a rather loud party with lights and smoke from various campfires. Music thumped in the distance and the hollering of teenagers could be heard across the water. Otherwise, crickets all around them completed the orchestra of solitude.<br/><br/>"The best part of living out here is up there." Ash pointed upwards with his Tongs. He peered out from under the canopy to see his favourite view, a night sky full of twinkling stars. With no light from the city to pollute the sky, they shone in all their brilliance. The nearly full moon overhead like a bright beacon in the sky.