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In the morning, we followed a ribbon of trees along verdant Long Canyon Creek. The sound of flowing water was enchanting and I was awed by the giant trees. A guy from Brooklyn named In the Weeds got his feet muddy scrambling down the bank to get water. Renee and I waited to get water at the "ford" which was more of a step-over-easily.
|Long Canyon Creek.|
|Into Mt. Laguna|
Hanging in my hammock now, under a near full moon, listening to the wind. Renee and Susan went on ahead to camp, and I'm here solo. I'm so happy that I stopped here- I needed the time alone. Just to sit with my feet up. Time to think, and time to just be here without thinking at all. I must have spent the better part of an hour watching ants crawling on the trees as I ate dinner.
Tomorrow we will meet up again probably at the first water source since I like to hike a bit faster in the AM.