Just before leaving tree line to climb up to a pass a storm that had been building all afternoon let loose. It graupled and thundered and we took a break in the trees. It was still bleak when we left shelter and hiked up and over Kocomo Pass. Instead of going down after the pass the trail stayed high and the weather stayed gray and wet. Team All Dead was nowhere to be seen. We were above treeline for five miles before we took a short cut down. We came out right at this cabin. These locked cabins are such a disappointment--they make me feel so excluded. We didn't even check the door, we just pushed onwards. A few miles later, just when I was thinking of telling Portrait that I had reached my limit for the day we spied a camper in the trees. I didn't recognize him, but Portrait did. It was Bo. We settled in and had dinner. |
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