Day EightySix, September 11, 5.5 Miles
At Mile 1731, Poptart 632/1000
Up to our trail, on the divide, in the wind. Where we love to be. Saw the remnants of some man-made rock walls used to funnel edible animals into slaughterable locations. Awesome actually. Hiking through another ski-area, which is Colorado for "you're about to hit a town, kid". Ate in and stanked up the Monarch Pass store before moving to the highway to start hitching. Unnecessary. St Naomi and Myke arrived, dropping off Tock, picking us up. Timing. Salida seems nice, if a little spread out. Reunited with DnA, it has been an age, then RT found us. Apparently he was chasing us. We were behind him. That never works out. Halfway interested in college football, Kombucha's friends, Jeff and Amanda showed up and we all returned to Quincys for meat.
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