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| My new friend hanging out in my window. He's cute! |
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| At the Top of Mt Wittenberg, watching keenly for foes. |
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| Looking East from Mt Wittenberg through a narrow hole in the trees. |
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| Snack break. Why did I buy trail mix in a non-resealable bag? Because I bought it from a gas station, that's why. |
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| Shaded walking downhill. |
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| Black forest. |
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| Nicest trail of all time. Bountiful beautyness. |
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| "Pose, Jon!" |
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| California: We Got Trees! |
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| Most of these trees were covered in a bitter, inedible moss. Any likening to cotton candy would be most erroneous. |
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| Bountyness. |
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| After breaking the tree line... before entering the fog line. |
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| This plant was some kind of show-off. |
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| Looking North up the coast to the upper part of Point Reyes. The point is barely visible at the upper left. |
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| Captivatingly inedible. |
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| We reached the coast. |
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| Looking back on our trail. |
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| Under the fog line, the rest of Point Reyes is a little more visible. |
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| I don't know what this is or what it means. All I know is that it's my new god. |
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| Dead snake. It was dead when I found it, I swear. |
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| Looking down the coast from Arch Rock. |
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| That's one of those oceans. |
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| There were WAY too many people out there, so we fled as soon as humanly possible... |
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| ... and ate lunch up here, leering bitterly at the others. |
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| Cliff succulent. See the blurry kid by the water? I think he thought I was taking a picture of him. I WAS NOT. |
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| What I looked at while eating my 7-11 turkey sandwich. |
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| Looking back on the coast on the way back up. My carnal craving is satisfied for yet another day. |
