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| In the parking lot. |
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Steve helps make camp. |
Steve napping. |
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| Our fair camp (first night). |
Trees in the morning. |
Steve watches breakfast cook. |
David about to head out on his own. |
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| The view of the highway from the side of the mountain. |
It was pretty steep. |
The sun dips behind the mountain. |
My fair camp (second night). |
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| The sun coming up in the morning. |
A cheerful little bird. |
I sense the presence of game. |
Broken snowshoes keep me from reaching the top. |
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| Melting and purifying snow. |
Gore Valley. |
Just before breaking camp. |
Trudging through waist-deep snow without snowshoes makes neat patterns. |
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Eating freeze-dried ice cream at camp the third night. |
David in a snow grave. |
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Steven feeling the oxygen deprivation. |
