It's a chilly evening already, and I'm boiling water for tonight's add-water-to-bag meal
Supper is Mountain House Sweet and Sour Pork. Yum. Followed by a few swigs of Presidente brandy for dessert. As the evening progresses, I add a few extra layers of clothing: long underwear, sweat pants, a sweat shirt and a hooded sweater.
I curl up in my sleeping bag wearing all these items hoping to stay reasonably warm in the 40-degree weather. The lights of Baker twinkle in the distance, but all is quiet out here, not a soul around but me. I step outside the tent a few times during the evening to enjoy the silence and stare at the hundreds of stars in the clear night sky, under the light of a waxing half-full moon.