At Mile 1488, Poptart 526/1000
Redank windy this morn. Eventually got sick of cursing it out so I began yelling at it to blow harder. It didn't so I guess I win. That's right wind. Embrace.
Past Haystack and the two Sheep Mountains (lots of "Sheep Mountain" in these parts, no sheep though, curious). Past a hunter crapping on a rock all of a metre below the trail, Kombucha didn't notice but I sure did. Thanks man. Long, windy, exposed climb up Parkview to the wee hut atop it somewhere around 12,300ft. Hung out in there, all six of us, crammed in amongst the radio equipment and various varieties of animal and human waste. Down the rocky, stumbly, scrambly ridge to cross a highway and start on up again. Camped in a beautiful basin and watched the stars do battle with clouds.
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