A trifecta (3) of haiku in reverse chronological order, from a camping trip in eastern Washington

we went camping far awayin land mirage hot (thunder, rain at the end of each day)daydreamed between drownings in glacial waters*No forest without waterNo blackbacked woodpecker cleaving chips from a snagIn late july, sixty-three-hundred feet up, so cold, so good*We forgot our cellphonesWe did, I swear, camping by a lakeIt only took one day, one night and being out of range*