After setting up camp, I sit down with a couple of cold beers from the store, enjoy the sunset and listen to the passing trains
The cold (mmmm, cold) beer is incredibly refreshing after a long day in the sun and a decent amount of calorie-burning. It's a very pleasant end-of-the-day with a cool breeze setting in.
The café is open for a couple of evening hours, so I walk over and order one of Bill's juicy hamburgers with a side of his crispy French fries, instead of eating another backpacker meal. Yum. Convenience. Faaat.
The only other customers at the café tonight are Pat and Pam, a vivacious couple visiting from the UK, who are staying in Nipton's bed and breakfast. We chat a lot, drink more beer and hang out at the café for a couple of hours.
After the café closes, Pat and Pam invite me inside the bed and breakfast to help them finish off a bottle of wine. The evening evaporated, I walk back to my tent in a pleasantly drunk condition. I fall asleep almost instantly and don't even hear the late-night trains passing a few hundred feet away.
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