Day 112 - The Hands That Built The Trail

I woke up with a sore throat.  

If there was a couch nearby, I would have spent the day laying on it, but the sun was heating up and sometimes all you can do is keep moving.

The haze was thick, casting a familiar glow on my surroundings.

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I ran into three gentlemen heading southbound, and they enthusiastically struck up a conversation. I was glad for the company and they soon revealed that two of them had built this section of trail some thirty years ago.

The man in front offered me some of his dried fruit. 

The man in front offered me some of his dried fruit. 

Our encounter lifted my spirits and filled my stomach with some tasty dried mangos.  Thanks guys!!!

I also encountered the sound of heavy machinery and the felling of trees. 

I don't think these guys were building trail, but possibly opening up some views of the surrounding area. 

I think these red lines marked the boundary of where they could and could not cut. 

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I went along my merry way and feasted upon the ridge top views that no man could create or destroy. 

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There were lakes aplenty off in the distance, and I was reminded of my time high in the Sierras.

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I drank from a cold stream coming right out of the ground. 

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I was thankful for the beautiful distractions that kept my mind off the pain in my throat. 

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With so much to be thankful for, I'm sure I'll pull through. ;-) 

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<3 Will