A rope swing hangs from a large pine next to the trail. At a trail junction we see the campfire. I walk over in the dark. The water from the sinkhole is crystal-clear and tastes much better. In the dark we set up our tent next to the rope-swinging tree.
Stars reflect in the smooth pond water.
Orion shines brightly overhead. The cloudless night shows not a trace of city lights on the horizon. We eat our supper in silence, marveling at the beauty. The eastern horizon begins to glow. Ann goes to bed, tired after a long 16-mile day.