Looking out of the log shelter, I could see heavy mist enshrouded us here on the side of the mountain.
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I thought to myself, “this mountain and I will never be friends.”
It’s the simple things, when you are deprived of them, that remind us of how lucky we are.
In the beginning of the year I purchased a pair of Scramblers from Xero Shoes. How would they hold up to hiking in New England?