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| Laura above Silverthorne. | What a stud. | Ptarmigan Ptrail. | |
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| Hubba hubba! | Ooh, la la! | Buffalo Mountain. | |
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| Sitting at the lookout. | |||
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| Cute! | Cider for lunch. | Let's look for a campsite. | |
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| Laura leads the way. | Silverthorne at sunset. | ||
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| We decided to hike out in the morning when it started snowing on us. | But we went exploring before heading back to the car. | The snow was finally deep enough for snowshoes. | |
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| Laura says these trees are dead. | I busted both snowshoes. Pieces of crap... |
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