This was not an ideal place to camp, but we decided to make it work. One thing that helped was some trail magic we found there. It was a cooler of soft drinks and beer.
A short time later we learned the trail magic was put there by a hiker named A.K., who had been section hiking with a thru-hiker, Smalls. They were also camped here.
The campsite was small and we had to squeeze in among shrubs and rocks. It was also near Bouquet Canyon Road, which meant we could hear traffic noise.
The worst part of the campsite was where I pitched my tent. I had searched for several minutes to find a better spot, but the only remaining space was squeezed between a couple trees and a trash barrel.
This was worrisome because the barrel was overflowing with trash, including leftover food. I thought it could attract animals in the night. I tried to clean up the area a little, but there was no room in the barrel to stuff more in it.
Between the garbage that might attract marauding critters and the likelihood of hearing road noise all night, I didn’t expect to get much rest.