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07261-tent.jpg One last glance back at the Providence Mountains at dusk before there's no light left at allThumbnailsI settle in for the evening and am surprised to hear a small moth outside flitting against my tentOne last glance back at the Providence Mountains at dusk before there's no light left at allThumbnailsI settle in for the evening and am surprised to hear a small moth outside flitting against my tentOne last glance back at the Providence Mountains at dusk before there's no light left at allThumbnailsI settle in for the evening and am surprised to hear a small moth outside flitting against my tentOne last glance back at the Providence Mountains at dusk before there's no light left at allThumbnailsI settle in for the evening and am surprised to hear a small moth outside flitting against my tentOne last glance back at the Providence Mountains at dusk before there's no light left at allThumbnailsI settle in for the evening and am surprised to hear a small moth outside flitting against my tent

The past half-hour of hiking down Cornfield Spring Road in the dark and quiet by moonlight and flashlight was quite pleasant. I haven't seen another human since about this time yesterday when I stopped at Kelso Depot.