Day 82

At my insistence, we push hard through the hot but shady forest hills to reach Squaw Valley Creek for a swim. Nothing can occupy my mind but the image of its cool fresh water. When we finally reach it the day is cooling off, but I enjoy a swim anyway (at the expense, perhaps, of a few fisherpersons).

We talk for a while about our first day on the trail at Campo, an unreal memory that feels years old.

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