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There is a soothing energy that modern people have lost in the divorce from nature. When I am normally around people, I tend to be a blabber-mouth. Out in the wild, I will tend to say not much, and prefer to talk little, nor listen to much conversation as well.
And now and then I ran into other hikers bound for other destinations. Found out there was another parking lot that was only mile or two from Triangle, which would have saved me those long walks, and would have made a shortened trek
into Snag Lake, if I was so inclined. Somebody said I should put Deet mosquitoes repellent on the end of the beak of my baseball cap, to keep the mosquitoes away. I did not like the idea of putting any kind of pesticides on my skin, and I had no Deet, but it sounded like a good idea. I may have even tried it once.
The most memorable thing was one morning, a very small single person airplane began circling the lake. Then came in for a really low pass going north, turned around and came back just fifty feet over the water. I could see the pilot very clearly. He rolled his wings a bit as a nod, and then let go a couple blasts of white puffy smoke right in front of me and disappeared. For me this was really bad manners, and I was never sure if the smoke was just smoke or it had some substance in it. It was when I got back to San Francisco that I began my second epiphanic episode.
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