By late afternoon she had made it to the mouth of the cave.  The day's heat was tempered by the cool stillness of the dark, rocky shelter.  She dropped her pack at the entrance and explored her temporary home.  It was shallow and dry, but a number of full water jugs were tucked against the back wall.  There was a bundle of straw, a bit of kindling and a stock of firewood.  The blackened floor of the cave's entrance gave evidence of the many fires that had built in times past.  She briefly wondered who these others were that came before her, but set that aside as she focused on her own spiritual journey.