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Back at my campsite at the end of Castle Peaks Road for a third and final night, I'm thinking about supper now My cross-country hiking ends when I come down the hill and join up with the end of Castle Peaks Road and its Wilderness markersThumbnailsBathtub Spring Peaks, New York Mountains hiking route elevation profileMy cross-country hiking ends when I come down the hill and join up with the end of Castle Peaks Road and its Wilderness markersThumbnailsBathtub Spring Peaks, New York Mountains hiking route elevation profileMy cross-country hiking ends when I come down the hill and join up with the end of Castle Peaks Road and its Wilderness markersThumbnailsBathtub Spring Peaks, New York Mountains hiking route elevation profileMy cross-country hiking ends when I come down the hill and join up with the end of Castle Peaks Road and its Wilderness markersThumbnailsBathtub Spring Peaks, New York Mountains hiking route elevation profileMy cross-country hiking ends when I come down the hill and join up with the end of Castle Peaks Road and its Wilderness markersThumbnailsBathtub Spring Peaks, New York Mountains hiking route elevation profile

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.