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I'm boiling water for my backpacking meal tonight at dusk; usually I wait until after dark for some unknown reason

00105-supper-550px.jpg Red Creek Road merges with a piece of County Line Road, but is then blocked shortly afterward by a private-property gateThumbnailsI go for a short walk over to the middle of Upper San Antonio ValleyRed Creek Road merges with a piece of County Line Road, but is then blocked shortly afterward by a private-property gateThumbnailsI go for a short walk over to the middle of Upper San Antonio ValleyRed Creek Road merges with a piece of County Line Road, but is then blocked shortly afterward by a private-property gateThumbnailsI go for a short walk over to the middle of Upper San Antonio ValleyRed Creek Road merges with a piece of County Line Road, but is then blocked shortly afterward by a private-property gateThumbnailsI go for a short walk over to the middle of Upper San Antonio ValleyRed Creek Road merges with a piece of County Line Road, but is then blocked shortly afterward by a private-property gateThumbnailsI go for a short walk over to the middle of Upper San Antonio Valley

Tonight's meal is Backpacker's Pantry Jamaican BBQ Chicken, which is pretty good, but I remember it being better for some reason. Perhaps the heat has killed my taste buds, despite my desire and need for calories.

More `groups` of ducks (if that's what they are) return to Paradise Lake tonight with the whistle of pre-explosion fireworks and I'm amused again.

After dark, I keep hearing coyote yips and howls. It sounds like they are in different hillside locations and calling to each other across the little valley here.

Crickets hum and I write notes about today's hike, which is the longest I've ever hiked in this kind of heat.