Thursday, October 31, 2019

Two Different Adventures

A Glamping Adventure

From my last post, you saw that we finally got the trailer out of the driveway and into the woods.  I had picked Pine Grove Furnace Campground as our first stay, because I was familiar with the park and the campground and I liked the area having worked there at the AT Museum for three years. 

Not too hard to back in

After the initial challenge of backing the coach into its space and getting it leveled, the adventure continued.  Our first excursion was to walk down to Fuller Lake.  This deep spring fed lake was previously the iron ore pit that was dug to provide ore that was refined in the furnace within the park.  The lake is now very beautiful and has a nice beach on one side.  


We took a little woods trail down to the lake. Ginger was checking out each new smell and investigating each sound.  We couldn't take Ginger on to the beach, which still had a few swimmers hanging out, but that was ok. 


Relaxing by the fire after a nice hike

As we started heading back on the AT, we found a snake skin.  It was fun showing it to Ginger, she got all paranoid and kept thinking it was alive.  I believe she has a healthy fear of snakes.  We headed back to the trailer and started making dinner.  The hike was just a little over 2 miles, but it wore Ginger out.  After dinner, she passed out on her bed out by the fire and didn't move for a couple of hours.  



Zonked

Dinner was burgers and beans cooked on the outside grill.  Yum.

The next day's adventure was another hike, but this one up to sunset rocks.  We drove the truck up to the end of Old Shippensburg Road.  From there the walk was less than a mile, but the climb was a couple hundred feet of elevation gain.  As we were heading out, a van showed up with a group of local college kids.  

We made the climb up, Ginger keeping up just fine.  As we got to the rock overlook, LoGear held Ginger while I checked for snakes. I hadn't walked four feet before I saw what looked like a curled up rattlesnake.  Sure enough it was, not one snake, but three young serpents curled up together to keep warm.  I took some pictures then look up into another crevice.  Here were at least three more snakes, these much bigger, trying to suck the heat out of the stone.  They stayed completely motionless.  I took some more photos and we decided to back out and head back down.  Sunset was still more than an hour away and we didn't want to wait around with the sunning serpents nearby.  We headed out and on the way down we encountered the students.  We warned them of the snakes and continued back to the truck.


Catching the late day warmth

I had heard many stories of snakes up in those rocks by visitors to the Museum, so I wasn't surprised at all that they were there, but this was the first time I had seen any on my trips up that ridge.  


We headed back to camp and had another nice fire.  Dinner was chicken with mushrooms, spinach and cheese. All the appliances worked great.  


LoGear relaxing in the hammock

After another decent night's sleep in the trailer, we got up the next morning, made a nice breakfast and started to get things ready to leave.  

As we were preparing the coach for the trip home, I noticed water leaking out next to the fresh water tank drain.  Something was amiss.  I would figure out later that the fill tube had a small hole in it and when filling, water would leak out and flow down in the void around the tank.  As we unleveled things getting ready to go, water that had been sitting around the tank started leaking out.  Not too big a deal, but it had me worried about a more substantial problem with the fresh water tank that would have meant a lot more work.

We hooked up and pulled out with not problem.  We made our way around the campground and had our first dump station experience.  Since we were right next to a restroom, we were only peeing in the toilet.  I'm delaying having to deal with the literal "shit" as long as possible.  Everything drained and cleaned up no problem and with that chore done, we were back on the road.  

We retraced our tracks back down to Maryland and arrived home with no issues.  I was able to do a much better job at backing the coach into the driveway than last time and there it sits until the next travel trailer adventure.  

We learned a lot and had a good time.  I can't wait until next time.  We might even have some solar power going by then.


Back to Walking

I had been planning a hike of the 100 miles of the North Country Trail that travels through the Allegheny National Forest in northwest PA for several years now.  Back in 2016 I had to cancel due to a back issue that greatly affected my ability to hike. Thankfully that healed and my back actually feels better when it has a pack on it.

This year our plans kept getting postponed and canceled due to a family tragedy and other things that life throws at you.  But finally, we were able to put the plan in place on October 10th.  I like planning trips and this one had a lot of planning put into it, but my plans are always flexible and open to change.  That's one of the main thing I have learned over the years.  All plans are subject to adjustment.

We LoGear and I headed up to the northwest corner of PA to start this adventure.  The leaves were turning, but had a subdued look to them. The reds were more marone, the yellows still had a greenish or brownish tint and the oranges were a burnt color.

We met Joe "Dilly Dilly" Turkovich at the Red Bridge Campground.  He had arrived the day before and had the campsite all set up with a big pile of wood to burn.  

LoGear and I found some good trees and hung our hammocks.  Next we jumped in the vehicles and drove to Willow Bay which would our first car drop off. When we got to the parking lot, we took a hike up to the New York line and back.  Starting the adventure with a 2.1 mile "warm up".  It was a gradual climb up to the border and a nice, fast downhill trek back to the truck.


New York Line


Dilly in PA

We went back to the campground, ordered pizza and started a fire.  

Day 1 Journal:
The Adventure Begins 1. Date: Seasday, Winterfilth 20 (R-10-10) 2. Day 1 3. Morning temp: 13 4. Weather: calm cool cloudy 5. Time start: 0900 (driving) 6. Time stop and miles: 1415 (arrived at camp) 2.1 7. End point: Red Bridge Log: Drive was nice and uneventful. Colors ok, but subdued. Met Turk at campsite. Dropped off car at Willow Bay and hiked to NY line. Back at camp had pizza and a nice fire. Tomorrow we hike. Fauna: deer turkey chipmunk Smell: wood smoke High: starting the journey Low: none Hope: a good start tomorrow

The next morning dawned cool and cloudy. We were all ready to go around 0800 and started up the trail a few minutes later after parking the truck in the long term lot.
Last restroom break

The trail was really nice as we started. The climbs were gradual and the trail well maintained. After lunch we all started to drag some, realizing that doing 13 plus miles when you are in good shape is a lot easier than if you hadn't done any hiking for months. The day seemed to go on forever and it was late when we finally rolled into camp, a nice new shelter next to a creek.


Blue Blazin on the NCT


Osprey nest at Chappel Fork


LoGear reverse planking at the bridge

The tree choices around the shelter were a little less abundant, but we managed with a few near the shelter. Dilly decided to sleep inside as rain was in the forecast for either overnight or in the morning. We set up, had a nice diner and fire. The almost full moon shone into the woods as the temperature started to drop.


Afternoon foot soak


Day 2 Journal:
Getting Back in the Groove
1.  Date: Earthday, Winterfilth 21 (F-10-11)
2.  Day 2
3.  Morning temp: 3
4.  Weather: calm, cold, some clouds
5.  Time start: 0813
6.  Time stop and miles: 1717, 13.5
7.  End point: Hammond Run Shelter
Log:
A cool morning, but we were up and out just after 08. LoGear and Dilly even had showers.

Started off nice the climb was very gradual and we moved along nicely. We had lunch at Chappel Run campsite and we were starting to drag. We soldiered on, taking break every 2 or 3 miles and arrived in camp after 1700. Dilly led the pack at the end. We set up, ate dinner, made a fire and hung out as the sky darkened, the moon came out and the temp started to drop. Tomorrow will be another challenge and we may need to adjust the plan as we go.

Flora: ferns, burrs
Fauna: snakes
Smell: smoke
Sound: coyotes howling nearby 
High: Getting to camp
Low: Dragging after lunch
Hope: That we can keep this thing going.

We woke after a decent night's sleep with the sound of sprinkles just starting on the tarps. We were all up in the dark, getting ready as we had another rather long day and wanted to make sure we got the hiking done, because we then needed to drive the car to get some dinner then to the next parking spot.


Getting water

After Day 2's struggles, we weren't sure we would even be able to finish the 13.3 in a timely manner or at all. I spent part of the day figuring out how I would stretch my food bag if we ended up staying another night away from the car where my next resupply sat. (lesson relearned: which is worse carrying too much food that you won't eat, or not enough until the next resupply? On this day I was thinking the latter)


Mr Toad

We headed out into the just lightening forest with a light rain falling. We saw a man and his two daughters camping out and making a large breakfast of eggs and pancakes and talked for a little. He seemed to think we would get back to the bay by 1300. I wasn't as optimistic, but my calculations said we might get there around 1500 which would give us enough time to move and finish the day.

The day was just full of walking. We were determined to make it in time and to do that the pace had to be as brisk as possible. We still took our breaks, but they were short and efficient. The rain stopped around noon, but walking in wet shoes/socks caused a little blister to form on my little toe. A common occurrence for me which I treat once, throw some tape on it and it usually doesn't bother me again as it forms into a callus. LoGear was dealing with several blisters on both feet.
Wet road walk


The lake is drawn down very low in he fall


We made it to the car and transitioned to the next stage as we drove to a stop where we could call and order dinner. At this point we all decided that we really didn't want to top this 13.3 mile day with a 14 mile day tomorrow, so it was time to alter the plan. We had come to the realization that we didn't want this much type II fun which means walking all day long, just to get to the next camp. This plan was originally made to be hike in the height of summer which provides a lot more daylight hours. This dawn to dusk walking just wasn't cutting it.


The lake through the trees

So we decided to move in front of that 14 mile day and park at Cherry Run and get back to Dilly's truck a day earlier. At that point we would decide what to do next.


Interesting fungus

We got our food and drove to the Cheery Run Trailhead and found s nice spot about a 100 meters from the parked car. We set up, made our fire, ate our somewhat soggy hoagies and settled in for the night. Tionesta creek was right beside our site.


Honoring Xander at the campsite

Day 3 Journal:
Doing the Miles
1.  Date: Starsday, Winterfilth 22 (S-10-12)
2.  Day 3
3.  Morning temp: 10
4.  Weather: calm, light rain
5.  Time start: 0715
6.  Time stop and miles: 1514, 1700 13.6
7.  End point:  Cheery Run Campsite
Log:
We were up early in the dark as a light rain started. We packed up and got out just as the day was getting lighter. Today went pretty well.we needed to get to the car with enough time to get dinner and move to the next drop off. I was determined to make it. The trail was pretty good and the rain stopped after a couple hours. We stopped for lunch at Johnny Cakes Run and were making good time. I had the motivation of hoagies and I kept a good pace. I reached the car at 1514 with a small blister forming on my pinky toe.  I filled my food bag and removed my socks for the drive.  The others weren't far behind and we headed to the restaurant. We ordered some food and decided to shorten the trip some. We cut off four days and will just hike two more days.  We parked at Cheery Run Trailhead and found a spot about 100 yds from the car. We set up and ate, putting our food bags in the car for the night. A fire topped off the night. We are sore and tired, but still having fun

Flora: autumn leaves 
Fauna: toads 
VOD: road walk
Sound: Turks radio
High: getting back to the car 
Low: blister

Hope: tomorrow is a good day

The next morning was cold. The temp had dipped below freezing and I had a restless night. We took our time getting ready as today would only be a little over 11 miles. Totally manageable.


Frosty fern


More frosty stuff
The day's hike went well. We would take nice, leisurely breaks every couple of miles. Laying on the lush grass near a dam was a especially nice break. We rolled into this shelter area just before 1600. This was another nice shelter, but once again, not much in the way of established tent sites or hammock areas. We eventually found decent trees to hang, but I was a little ways into the woods. There are plenty of trees, but lots of small saplings and underbrush which made it a little harder to find the right hang spot. But as usual, we managed.


Chain saw art


A beech tree growing out of a very old beech tree stump
This shelter area had a "spring" for a water source and this was the first campsite we had encountered where the source was dry. No worries though as we just moved further down stream until we found pools big enough to gather some water. Dilly found a nice one where we could scoop it up, but it clouded up after a few scoops. He went back later and we all had enough water for the night's dinner and the mornings needs. LoGear made her famous quesadilla.

Shelter fire

We listened to the Steelers game on Dilly's radio and even watched a little bit on his phone. This would be my latest night and helping Dilly drink his vodka would make for a tough morning, but we went to bed happy with a win in the books.


Day 4 Journal:
An Easier Day
1.  Date: Sunsday, Winterfilth 23 (U-10-13)
2.  Day 4
3.  Morning temp: -3
4.  Weather: calm, cold, clear
5.  Time start: 0810
6.  Time stop and miles: 1555 11.3
7.  End point: Griggs Spring Shelter
Log:
Woke to an frigid morning after a restless night. Took our time doing the morning chores and headed out after 08. The day was ok. It slowly warmed up until it was a nice day. The waypoints were spread nicely so we could take a break every 2 plus miles or so.  We took our time and rolled into the shelter just before 1600.  The "spring" was dry at its source, but we found a pool further down hill that tastes ok after filtering but smells sulfurous. We are going to listen to the game later. If we can stay up long enough.  Tomorrow we finish this little jaunt.

Flora: beech trees
Fauna: Caterpillar 
Smell: water
Sound: hawk
High: resting by the dam
Low: some blister pain
Hope: a good finish

The next morning would be our last backpacking, but the adventure wasn't over, just shifting gears.

The morning was cold, but not as chilly as the day before and we only had a little over 7 miles to get back to the truck. We once again took our time packing up and eating breakfast and didn't head out until almost 0900.

Today the water sources would be a little more scarce as compared to the other three days, but we would manage and have plenty to finish the hike.


You dirty dog, DW  :)

The last leg of the hike was a road walk to cross Red Bridge. It is straight and about a quarter of a mile or so. As we were walking, the other two ahead of me. I looked up, seeing some RVs heading towards us. In front of it an animal ran across the road and into the brush on our side. It was a fox. Xander had made his appearance. I was so happy, but neither of the other two saw it.


A view of the lake far away

We got back to the truck and heaved a sigh of relief. We had complet 47.3 miles an that was good enough for this adventure.

The original Red Bridge. (usually underwater)

We drove into Kane, a nearby town and started stocking up on real food and some beer. Next we headed over to Dilly's cousin's cabin where we would spend the next two nights before heading home. The adventure was continuing.

Day 5 Journal:
Hike Finish
1.  Date: Moonsday, Winterfilth 24 (M-10-14)
2.  Day 5
3.  Morning temp: 5
4.  Weather: calm, cold, clear 
5.  Time start: 0855
6.  Time stop and miles: 1313. 7.1 
7.  End point: Red Bridge
Log:
Up at 0730 after staying up late to listen to the Steelers game. We won. We took our time packing up and headed out just before 09. The day went pretty easy. The trail was good and we rested every 2 miles or so.  Water was a little scarce, but we easily made it to a camp area that had a creek to fill up for the final couple of miles. We eventually came to our last road walk to the truck and the end of the hike.  It was a long straight stretch. As we walked along, I fell behind taking a few final photos. A couple RVs were headed our way and as I looked up the road towards them, I saw an animal run across the road in between us and the RVs. It was a fox! Xander was with us.  The other two didn't see it or hear me yelling to them, but I know what I saw.

The hike ended up shorter than originally planned, but I'm ok with that. As I always say, the adventure will be as long as it needs to be.  47.5 miles was fine. The trail was great and we got to be Outsiders for a short time.  

We got to the truck and headed to Kane, a nearby small town where we bought lunch, some beer and some groceries for the next couple if days. The hike was done, but the adventure wasn't over yet. As we drove around, I started feeling exhausted and a little sick.  Sort of a crash.  But all was well when we got to Dilly's cousin's cabin.

Burgers and beers for dinner and a nice fire in the wood burner. We all hit the couches for a soft, warm night indoors. We were no longer Outsiders.

Flora: nettles
Fauna: fox
High: seeing Xander was with us
Low: being exhausted as we drove around
Hope: that we enjoy the day tomorrow

We got to the cabin, after picking up the car at Cherry Run and took our packs inside. We got a fire going inside, took much needed showers, changed into clean clothes and cooked some burgers on the stove.

Exhaustion took over and I was ready to fall asleep not long after dark. It was warm enough inside all night long that I didn't need to pull my quilt up all night.

The next day we made plans to visit Kinzua Bridge. It is an old railroad bridge that had eleven of its support structures toppled by a tornado in 2003. The bridge is now a state park and there is an observation area at the end of the still standing part of the bridge. It was very interesting. The wreckage has been left on the valley floor and is an impressive sight.


The bridge


The fallen supports


Photo op under the bridge

On our way to the bridge, we stopped by Kinzua Dam and a couple overlooks. The fall colors were in full subdued force and we had a great time being tourists.
Dam

Overlook
We came back to the cabin after a nice lunch at a bar and grill and built a fire outside. We cooked large sausages on the fire for dinner that we had picked up the day before in Kane.


Sausages, yum...

That night was October 15th which is the night for the Wave of Light an annual event for pregnancy and infant loss. We lit our candles at 1900 and sat by the fire, thinking about our grandson Xander Lee.
Wave of Light - Xander Lee, Our little fox.


Day 6 Journal:
KInzua Dam and Bridge
1.  Date: Treesday, Winterfilth 25 (T-10-15)
2.  Day 6
3.  Morning temp: 0
4.  Weather: calm, cold, light clouds
5.  Time start: 0900
6.  Time stop and miles: 1530. 0
7.  End point: Cabin
Log:
We were up around 07 after a warm night by the fireplace. We decided to go to Kinzua Bridge to check it out. It is an old railroad bridge that is very high over a valley. In 2003, a tornado took out a bunch of the support structure, leaving them twisted and broken on the valley floor, where they remain today.  The made the still stand part an observation deck and have a very nice visitors center which has lots of interesting historical exhibits.

On the way there we stopped at the dam to check it out and a few observation spots as the day warmed up and it became perfect.

After the bridge we found a nice place for lunch and a couple beers and then came back to the cabin, where we built a fire outside and cooked some delicious sausages. At 1900 LoGear and I lit candles around our Jizo statues and fox toy to take part in the Wave of Light in remembrance of pregnancy and infant loss. We honored our beautiful grandson Xander. Our little fox.

Tomorrow we head home.

Flora: autumn leaves
Fauna: deer by road
High: The bridge
Low: feeling sad as our candles burned 

The next day, we headed home. Still a little sore from the walking, but feeling good that we had returned to the woods and lived as Outsiders once again for a time. I always say: The adventure will always be as long as it has to be and sometimes the adventure takes you where you didn't expect to go, but that is what makes all the difference.


  



Monday, September 9, 2019

The Trail(er) Provides


Last Thursday, we loaded up the travel trailer that has basically been sitting in the driveway since March and headed north into PA.  We went back to my old A.T. Museum stomping grounds and had reserved site #6 in the Charcoal Hearth Campground in Pine Grove Furnace State Park.  

My experience in towing has been limited to towing a car behind my 4Runner across country, transporting my father-in-law's boat down to the shore and towing a small flat bed trailer when we moved from Glen Burnie to Pasadena several years ago.  Towing a three ton, 28 foot trailer behind my new Ram 1500 was a new experience, so my stress level was a bit high.  But the best way to learn is to do, so that is what we did.

The agenda included two nights at the campground.  We had made our meal plan, stocked up the fridge and packed a few things that we would need for the three day trip.  It was not unlike preparing for a backpack trip, but weight was much less of a factor this time.  

The drive up started a little stressful as I worried about every strange noise or unexpected pull on the truck as we drove out of the neighborhood and entered the highway.  I wasn't sure what was supposed to be right.  I could tell the truck was making its own adjustments to all of a sudden having to pull this large box behind it.  Taking it slow and just moving along carefully was the rule of the day.  

I have been a little obsessed with trying to learn the best way to back the trailer into a site as that is what we were going to have to do.  I had been up by the Museum about a week or two ago, so I had been able to check out the site and saw that the backing wouldn't be too hard, but the road was one way, not too wide and there were trees.

I had watched every YouTube video I could find and read all kinds of tips and tricks on how to do it and I had practiced a little pulling into the driveway, but it was going to be crunch time (hopefully not literally) in just about two hours.  Just before we left, I had found a blog of a woman called Trailer Girl, who has a lot of good suggestions on storage and other things that an RV'er needs to know.  One of the stories she told was, after a long day of travelling, they arrived tired and needing to back into their site. Another nearby RV'er offered to help with the backing in as he was a retired truck driver.  This made the pull in very easy and stress free.  As we headed around the Baltimore Beltway, I fantasized on the possibility of that happening to us, but didn't have a lot of hope.  

Everything was going ok as we slowly made our way north, each road we turned on to being a little smaller then the last.  After exiting Rt 15 north of Gettysburg, we stopped at a truck stop to stretch our legs and shake off some of the stress.  Also to pee.

Continuing on we entered the foothills of South Mountain and started passing the large apple orchards that dominate the landscape of this part of PA.  Before too long we were traveling down Pine Grove road, passing the A.T. Museum and heading down the access road to the campground.  

We pulled next to a water faucet near the entrance as our site didn't have water and we needed to fill our tank.  In the site next to the faucet, there was a nice couple and their old dog sitting outside their coach.  We struck up a conversation as the tank was filling and we learned that they had been there all week, but were leaving soon.  One other tidbit I learned was that Tony was a previous truck driver....

After talking backing techniques for a few minutes, I mentioned that if you hear a lot of yelling coming from site #6, it would be us trying to figure it all out.  We proceeded on and approached our site.  After a first pass, I decided I needed to back up some and try to swoop in to better align the trailer as those trees were coming a lot closer to the truck than I was comfortable with.  As we were figuring out our next move, Tony came walking down the road and offered to help with the pull in.  

After a few instructions of turn left, go back, stop, now turn right, stop, straighten the wheel, now back... You get the gist.  We were nicely pulled in, perfectly in our spot.  He was an angel, there is no doubt.  We have a saying out on the trail, "The Trail Provides."  Its meaning is that no matter what happens out on the trail, things just seem to work out.  Sometimes in a mystical way.  This was certainly a case of things working out in that magical way.  We were eternally grateful for the help, but I just wasn't that surprised that it happened.  Just like when it happens out on the trail. It has happened so many times for me, it just seems natural now.   

We set up camp and decided to go for a short walk around the campground with Ginger.  As we passed site #29 where Tony and his wife were camped, the site was now empty, with no sign that it had recently had a large trailer, some chairs and a rug all set up.  It made us entertain the thought of "were they really there?"  

Even when you are not on the Trail, it still provides.  

Peace,
EarthTone and LoGear






Saturday, August 3, 2019

The Sorrow

If (the two or three of) you readers have been wondering, where's my posts on my hike to finish my Quest, here's why.




Writing is usually my catharsis.  My way of processing the events of my life.  It helps me deal with my trials and tribulations.  But not now.  I can't seem to find the words to help me deal with this latest "life event".  No words bring me comfort.  No words help me grieve.  I'm at a loss.  It's been over two months since my beautiful grandson came and left this world in the space of a day.  But, I'm going to try once more.  

My life has been very easy until now.  You do what you do and go through life as it comes.  Most challenges are minor.  A sickness or injury.  Job issues and solutions.  You move here and there and life goes on.  Nothing I have experienced so far has prepared me for this tragedy.  My heart is broken and I don't think it will ever be whole again.  My baby has lost her baby and our world is upside down right now.  

Xander Lee came into this world sleeping.  Our time with him was short.  We tried to sear his beautiful face into our minds.  To be able to remember him as we lament all the things we won't be able to do with him or see him do himself.  We were robbed. This universe is fuckin cruel and I'm mad at the world right now.  

I find my anger is triggered very easily now.  My aggro peaks very quickly and I don't care about any consequences.  I also cry at the drop of a hat.  Just about anything I see or hear seems to bring tears to my eyes.  But I'm learning to continue on.  We must continue on, because the alternative is darkness.

So, each day I cry.  I cry for my daughter and her husband, who will carry this sorrow for the rest of their days.  I cry for Xander Lee, who will never have his first words, his first steps or any of the life events that all living children get to accomplish.  I cry for my loving bride, who feels as helpless as I do and has no idea of how to deal with this tragedy.  

Needless to say, hiking the final Phase of my Quest became very unimportant when we got the word that my daughter had suffered a seizure and the baby's heartbeat was gone.  We were in Pittsburgh when my son-in-law called to tells us they were in the hospital.  We were there to pick up some baby items that our niece was giving us. Those were the longest three hours of our life as we moved along the PA turnpike, trying to get to our baby, who was in distress.  We cried the whole way.  

After Xander was delivered and we got to spend the ridiculously short time with him, we all went home to my daughter's house and stayed for several weeks.  We didn't want to leave her alone.  It took awhile for her blood pressure to return to normal, but the rest of her will never be normal again.  

Eventually, she returned to work (at a fertility clinic for fucks sake) and we are now home.  Still crying every day and checking on Our baby whenever we can.  

She still has hard days. Well, every day is a hard day.  It will never be right again.  Never.  

Whenever I go outside, even if it is for a few minutes, it dawns on me, how little time I have spent outdoors this summer.  This has been a hard summer.  

I know I need to get back out there.  Become an Outsider once more, but I just don't have the energy right now. 

When I do get back out there.  It will be in honor of my beautiful grandson, Xander Lee.  His strength will guide me where I need to go.  Help me up that long mountain climb and accompany me when I arrive at Quest's end, on Pomala Peak, on the Greatest Mountain, Katahdin.  


RIP my beautiful boy, my little fox
Xander Lee 
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