I take refuge in the tent from the annoying gnats that buzz around just before sunset. But it's hot inside and everything in my tent is giving off heat. I'm guessing that it won't cool down much tonight.
After dark, the gnats subside and I step outside to boil water for tonight's meal, Mountain House Teriyaki Beef. Excellent.
Interwined shadows from the slender oaks fall across the ground under the moonlight. I hear a few critters, probably small ones, but don't know what they are. With almost no breeze in the air, it's incredibly quiet.
Except when a jet flies overhead... This location seems to be under a flight path and it's right about here that jets make a special grinding sound as they begin to decelerate on their approach to some local airport. If it weren't so quiet here, I might not notice.
Wow, midnight approaches, and it's still hot in the tent.
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