The bright yellow sun disappeared into the horizon and the moon rose from the opposite direction. The family of four and their hitchhiker acquaintance camped near the trail. Since the area had sparse trees, finding flat ground was easy enough for them.
The family didn't have any tents to set up, they have been using their wagon to sleep. Luka, however, has a tent of his own. Though he has invited by Linda to not waste his energy and sleep with them inside the wagon, he vehemently refused. But he at least accepted Linda's vegetable soup when offered a bowl.
All of them sat around a campire. The firewood was collected by Luka as to not be deadweight for the kind family that let him travel with them. And with his flint striking skills cultivated by his grandfather, the campfire was lit aflame with no hassle.