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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

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 small campground at Nipton, with New York Mountains in the background, is almost empty tonight, which suits me just fineThumbnailsMojave National Preserve map, Day 8: Butcher Knife Canyon corral to NiptonThe small campground at Nipton, with New York Mountains in the background, is almost empty tonight, which suits me just fineThumbnailsMojave National Preserve map, Day 8: Butcher Knife Canyon corral to NiptonThe small campground at Nipton, with New York Mountains in the background, is almost empty tonight, which suits me just fineThumbnailsMojave National Preserve map, Day 8: Butcher Knife Canyon corral to NiptonThe small campground at Nipton, with New York Mountains in the background, is almost empty tonight, which suits me just fineThumbnailsMojave National Preserve map, Day 8: Butcher Knife Canyon corral to NiptonThe small campground at Nipton, with New York Mountains in the background, is almost empty tonight, which suits me just fineThumbnailsMojave National Preserve map, Day 8: Butcher Knife Canyon corral to Nipton

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.