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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  I'm officially at the bottom of the New York Mountains foothills nowThumbnails I wander around the junction of Coit Road and County Line Road and take in the fine views I'm officially at the bottom of the New York Mountains foothills nowThumbnails I wander around the junction of Coit Road and County Line Road and take in the fine views I'm officially at the bottom of the New York Mountains foothills nowThumbnails I wander around the junction of Coit Road and County Line Road and take in the fine views I'm officially at the bottom of the New York Mountains foothills nowThumbnails I wander around the junction of Coit Road and County Line Road and take in the fine views I'm officially at the bottom of the New York Mountains foothills nowThumbnails I wander around the junction of Coit Road and County Line Road and take in the fine views

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.