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I arrive at my tent to find that strong Devil's Playground winds have blown it during the day over while I was out hiking!

06764-tent.jpg I decide that what I really want is to hike back down Old Dad Canyon the way I came, and then hike a bit of Idora Mine CanyonThumbnailsI can't resist the temptation to open the bottle and see if the paper inside is readableI decide that what I really want is to hike back down Old Dad Canyon the way I came, and then hike a bit of Idora Mine CanyonThumbnailsI can't resist the temptation to open the bottle and see if the paper inside is readableI decide that what I really want is to hike back down Old Dad Canyon the way I came, and then hike a bit of Idora Mine CanyonThumbnailsI can't resist the temptation to open the bottle and see if the paper inside is readableI decide that what I really want is to hike back down Old Dad Canyon the way I came, and then hike a bit of Idora Mine CanyonThumbnailsI can't resist the temptation to open the bottle and see if the paper inside is readableI decide that what I really want is to hike back down Old Dad Canyon the way I came, and then hike a bit of Idora Mine CanyonThumbnailsI can't resist the temptation to open the bottle and see if the paper inside is readable

It's going to be a windy evening! Everything in the tent has been rolled over and deposited into a big pile. After resetting the tent to an upright position, I place large rocks inside along the edges.

Due to the strong winds this evening, it takes 45 minutes to boil water for my evening meal. Finally, it boils and I enjoy my Mountain House Beef Teriyaki and Rice meal; yum. Watching the water boil is like meditation.

The wind makes being inside the tent really noisy, like living inside a flapping plastic bag. The wind dies down around 22h, thankfully.

I seem to be catching a cold: uh oh.

Imperceptibly, a dusting of sand is blowing into my tent and coating everything. I probably wouldn't notice this except that it has landed on my notebook while I write today's notes. Grit on paper.

After a couple of short, chilly walks outside in the cold silence to admire the stars, silence and the waxing half-moon, I manage to get to sleep fairly easily.