July 3
It's not far to Burney Falls. I make my decision to stop at the Oregon border final with many long phone calls. We consume quite a few expensive Burney Falls ice cream cones.

We make plans to enjoy our remaining days on the trail. The going will be easy, and we'll be done around my birthday, July 19th. We agree to sign an oath in the Hyatt Lake register that we will complete the trail together at twice our current age, starting July 19th, 2019.

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July 4
Almost all our long views are dominated by hulking Mt. Shasta. They cease towards the end of the day as we enter an area we've heard southbounders call "the horizontal forest". Trees litter the ground like pick-up-sticks, creating a jungle gym for us to climb, swing, and crawl through. Many logging trucks are parked around, waiting to harvest nature's detritus.
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July 5
Perhaps in anticipation of rest, our bodies are sore even after fewer miles. We don't cut back as much as maybe we should, both of us have a tendency to drive forward. Still, our minds are easy and the trail pleasant. Unable to find a decent camping spot, we plop down by the side of a dirt road on Wolf Mountain in the evening. Thankfully, we never see any sign of automobiles.
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