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  • In the afternoon, the sun heats up the ground beneath our boots, but it can't shine nearly as brightly as it wants to here. Distant and long burning fires have veiled the sky's blue in a grey tinged haze. It's difficult to imagine from where we stand on our plateau, nestled between the insistent rush of twin streams. My new friends and I take a minute to survey the expanse that stretches behind us. A bed of red rock scree. Squat sage grasses that cling to the earth in blue green clusters. White bark pines that only take root 8000 feet above the sea. The shadowy ridges of sister mountains.

    We can't stop long. There's work to do and some of us have come a long way to do it. We enjoy the silence together and make our way up the trail.
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