DAY SEVENTY-EIGHT, July 26, 33.7 Miles
At mile 1592.3
Iceaxe came past this morning just as I was packing up, I must of passed him at some point. We walked all morning chatting, completely unaware of where we were, water, up, down, nothing. It was so great. I slipped behind in an afternoon filled with hidden climbs and tired legs. Leap-frogged with Indy (first new face for a while) most of the afternoon too, I was very happy to reach another nice saddle to camp and view another huge sunset, just at the boundary of the Russian Wilderness. The mosquito's are determined to ruin my night though, currently regretting not setting up my tent.
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