Back down from Robinson Lake, I had nothing to do but finish a book I was reading and cook supper. The weather was splendid, ideal even. Sunny, blue skies and temps in the low 70s kept me comfortable while I turned pages of Arundhati Roy’s “The Ministry of Utmost Happiness.”
At 9200 feet, the campground was fairly quiet of human noise despite that it was full, rushing water of a cascading waterfall and bird communication being the primary sounds.
Putzing around camp, I noticed a waterfall opposite of the cascading one closer to camp.
With no cares and nowhere to go, late afternoon drifted into early evening. Pages turned as my stomach started to rumble. I eventually cooked food on the camp stove somewhere around 7:00 PM, made a cup of tea, and sat and watched night wash the sky into ink with star-dappled light.
Not long after, I crawled into my tent, excited about going up and over Kearsarge Pass to Charlotte Lake in the morning.