Can we talk about Granite Flat?

I survived 3 nights in the Sierra (with laryngitis) in 27 degree weather. The water bottle next to my sleeping bag had ice in it in the morning, but I stayed toasty warm thanks to my low-tech "flying duck" flannel sleeping bag (layered over the fiberfill one) and 3 layers of clothes plus gloves and hat. I would have slept like a baby if it weren't for the 3 sub-human dudes in the campsite next to me (apparently on Crystal Meth) who partied (and chopped wood) until dawn. Throw in the calming sound of Highway 89 a mere 50' from my tent and you can picture this little slice of mountain paradise. Actually, I was the one who wanted to do some slicing (my wrists).