I'll visit that area tomorrow; Pachalka Spring to be exact. I finally cook my add-boiling-water-to-bag supper, Mountain House Beef Stew. Delicious as usual.
I hear a noise outside my tent, can't decipher it at first, but it proves to be a kangaroo rat playing hide-and-seek with me. This has happened previously while camping in this area, so I bring my Camelbak inside my tent, knowing that they are attracted to the moisture on the drinking nib.
For dessert I listen to a pack of yipping coyotes a few miles away very busy with something. I also hear an occasional car speed by on Cima Road a half mile away. A few moths flit against my tent, but there are almost no flies tonight.
The moon is bright tonight, illuminates the land, and rocks me to sleep, and it's not even a full moon yet.
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