I arrive at the Mid Hills campground entrance kiosk; I'm happy to be back for yet another visit
It's Saturday, the "busy" time in this park, so I'm not surprised that my favourite campsites at the north end of the road 1/2 mile ahead are taken. I find one on the east side of the road, private and nicely sheltered from the winds that have picked up this evening.
I end up chatting with a guy walking up the road who happens to be "the other bicyclist," the one who made those mysterious tire tracks I saw on the shortcut road off Cedar Canyon Road a couple of hours ago. he rode over to the Bert Smith rock house and back from the campground here.
I get my tent set up just as it gets dark, make my add-boiling-water-to-bag meal and settle in for a chilly evening up here at 5600 feet elevation. It's rather windy all evening, but I'm tired from today's long ride and fall asleep easily around 23h30.