Mississippi Lake campsite area just before sunset with Willow Ridge Road passing through.
In most situations, I avoid camping so close to a road whenever possible, but there's no sign of anyone around besides me.
The last people that I saw were in those two pick-up trucks that passed me on Poverty Flat Road yesterday afternoon.
The sun will go down soon, the gnats will go away, and then I'll make another instant backpacking meal-in-a-pouch. Tonight's is Backpacker's Pantry "José's Chicken Mole." The sauce is a bit heavy-handed flavour-wise, and perhaps a bit salty, but it's tasty enough that I'd buy it again.
After supper, the full moon is up again, casting shadows, another gorgeous night. The heat of the day has lingered on into the evening, and at 21h30, I'm sitting at the picnic table with no shirt on, writing in my journal by flashlight lantern.
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