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As the sun sets, Dawg relaxes in camp. He guarded our food (prior to me hanging it) while we took showers and deserves a rest. In fact, he ran off two deer that mistakenly came up the hill. Once we set the tent, he won't even allow other humans into camp unless I tell him specifically to stop. Home truly is, "where you hang your hat." |
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| The next day we head off for that valley in the distance. We have to switchback down this hill to the right of the picture as the direct route has a big creek in the middle of it. | ||
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This tree, or likely old married couple, split in opposite directions as it burned. The shattered trunk and 180-degree split caught our eye. |
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