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These people were a little bit noisy, which wasn't bad accept for the bongo drum peel, the timbre ricocheting off the canyon walls at three AM. Was the next day Sunday, I decided to leave.
My time frame is all gone here. I know that Sophia and I came up here. The primo site was taken and we stayed at the other lake nearby, which was lower and larger and completely wooded. I remember talking to a guy when we first got there, who was scouring the place for wood, for the marsh mellow roast he and his friends were going to have when they got there. We told him we never used fires. Campers had pretty much scarfed up every dead wooden thing around, down to the twigs.
I remember some of the hikes and different instances, as Sophia was always ready to hike somewhere. I know I started my second epiphany on my return from this trip. But I know we were broken up by then, or were we ? So we must have come out here after we were split, or not. Maybe it will come back to me sooner or later, but does make things difficult without a linear time line, to have the memory hung on, as I am finding out with these story endeavors.
I back-packed out the next day on Sunday. The pump worked quite well with its new check valve, and the man at the sporting goods place may or may not have tipped me off to the Pine dust in the water problem. Lots of people were coming in on the trail, and I was glad I was leaving.
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