“I feel like a new man,” he said when he’d gotten out and dried off. He set the wet clothes over the top of the tent, hoping they’d be dry by morning. Not that it mattered if they weren’t. He wasn’t going anywhere, so he wouldn’t have to pack them up. Then he refilled his water bottles from the stream, adding purifying tablets. While he doubted he needed to, since the stream was so high in the mountains, he wasn’t about to take chances. Once the cabin was ready to be lived in, and he knew for certain that the fireplace chimney would draw properly, he’d boil any water he planned on using for drinking purposes.