Back at my campsite at the end of Castle Peaks Road for a third and final night, I'm thinking about supper now
It's a pleasant, quiet evening, cool, but not downright cold, once the sun goes down. I haven't seen anyone else in two days now.
I boil water and add it to a bag of Mountain House Chicken Teriyaki with Rice which is pretty good. I love the crunch of the water chestnuts.
Unfortunately, the water that's been in my 10-litre MSR water bag for two days has picked up a distinct plastic taste. I can even smell it when the water is boiling, and taste it through the otherwise delicious sauce of my instant meal. Blech.
The star-studded sky is black again while I write notes in my journal, then the moon rises late in the evening. Serenity. I put on my sweater and long underwear, crawl into my sleeping bag, and hope for a good night's sleep.