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Stella suns herself atop a rock. Time for a rest. |
Bill and Frank busy themselves, |
filtering lake water into their reservoirs, |
while Stella plays the bagpipes. |
We resume the march across the marsh. |
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Deer Lake from behind. |
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We soon notice that we are on the longest sustained steep climb of the day. |
Deer Lake getting smaller. |
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And smaller. |
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Arriving at a flat section, Bill stops to practice shadow fencing. Touché.
Panorama |
Meanwhile, California burns. |
Another look over the shoulder at the receding lake. |
And Bill heads for the view over the Crest. |
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