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.