The morning air is pretty much smoke-free, and there's no sign of any trail closures. Good news, we'll probably never know the story. We can finally see the imposing Mt McLoughlin up close, but no time for a trip to the top today.
Down the trail down to Fish Lake we go. It's a dreary spot -- or maybe it's a cute little spot on a dreary day. Lunch is okay but pricey. We can feel a storm brewing and decide to take a cabin here for the night, expensive and shabby. (They also have slightly cheaper and much shabbier accommodations targeted at through-hikers, but so depressing I'd have rather camped and lugged the wet tent.)
The hiker box has lots of food and Coleman fuel but nothing that will work with our stove. The store is very small and has no fuel of any sort. But they do have one shelf of auto supplies with a tiny bottle of HEET, which is renowned in the ultrtalight hiking set as the ideal fuel for alcohol stoves. Following the wisdom of the internet I manufacture a capable alcohol stove from a Dr Pepper can. With an inch of HEET it boils our cup in about 10 minutes, should make hot dinner a snap. It's a true mobile internet and Swiss army knife success story!
Tonight, though, we dine on Fish Lake steak and fresh veggies, with a view of the heavy storm pounding the lake.
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