My pack hangs from the bear pole as the sun drops low in the evening sky to the west of Shoshone Lake. It's the witchin' hour, and it's good to be camping in wild country.

Below: What's my clothes doing spread out over the shrubs by the lakeshore? Uh well, I managed to spill some really tasty 4 cheese pasta all over me while trying to get the last few drops out of the bag. I got the sticky, smelly stuff all over my shirt, jacket, pants, fleece sweater, and even my hat. Luckily, I still had a couple of hours left before sunset and there was a stiff breeze buffeting the north shore. The temps had dropped into the low 30s by then, so I either huddled in the tent, or hopped up and down in my boxers while waiting for the clothes to dry. I had rinsed them as well as possible in the lake, hoping that the cleaning would be adequate.

Lesson learned...