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Show 102 The sun is s e t t i n g after Jan and Pam have washed the dishes and put them away. They s i t on the porch steps to watch the always gratifying vista of rose-colored peaks and dusky pines. Fortunately, Jan and Pam enjoy each other's company. It can be pure misery to live twenty-four hours a day in almost total isolation with an uncongenial companion. Darkness f a l l s quickly in the Henrys. The g i r l s go inside to light propane lanterns, preparing to spend a quiet evening reading and listening to music on a battery-powered tape recorder. Half an hour passes vihen a sweep of headlights shines through their uncurtained window. (Why put up curtains against prying eyes, when the nearest prying eyes are forty miles away?) Debbie, another seasonal ranger who works on a farther part of the mountain, has come for a v i s i t bringing a paper sack full of pine cones. Jan rakes the coals in the viood-burning stove and puts in the pine cones to roast while the g i r l s talk about their experiences during the past week. They gossip a b i t about the love lives of a l l the other members of the crevi - most of them have come from out of s t a t e , leaving their boyfriends and girlfriends behind for the summer. After a while Debbie reaches into the stove to pluck out, gingerly, one of the pine cones. Its scales have opened, and the pine nuts beneath are deliciously roasted. The g i r l s dig out more pine cones and pull off the scales to get at the nuts, a slow and rather messy process vihich coats t h e i r fingers with soot and ashes. Pam makes hot lemonade from a canned mix, a perfect complement to the nuts. " I t ' s way after nine," Debbie r e a l i z e s . "I don't think I want to make that thirty-mile drive back to my cabin on these roads - I'd probably |