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| Back at the trailhead first thing in the morning. |
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| A creek crossing with some logjam assist. |
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| I wasn’t sure if the trail crossed or continued, so I climbed up and got a better view. It crossed. |
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| A left at the junction towards Stanley Lake. The hand on the left belongs to a Boy Scout. |
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| The Lookout Peak junction where my path diverged from the Boy Scouts. |
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| Leaving the Sawtooth Wilderness Area. |
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| Fern Falls that-a-way, says the sign. Sure, I’ll go take a look, why not, says I. |
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| Why not? Because it’s a lot of steep climbing and I’m tired. But this was a nice shot. |
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| The day was overcast, but the trail was flat. |
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| I banished the rain by putting a cover on my pack. |
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| Ambrose waiting for me where the trail met the road. |
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| Then he drove me to the lake shore where I took a dip in Stanley Lake to cool off before we headed home. |