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We hung out at camp, taking care of the horses, eating, etc. until Jeff and I finally got stir crazy and had to do something. |
| We headed down the valley to a granite slab. Since we didn't have any rock climbing gear with us, we didn't go too high. I probably went about 100' up but it was easy. The rock got steeper and more featureless up higher. It would have been an easy solo with rock shoes on, but in my hiking boots, I wasn't feeling very secure. Our camp is at the far right side of the meadow in this picture. |  |
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This is the stream that flows through the meadow. It's not deep at all but holds a lot of small brook trout. We caught a total of 14 or so. We released them all since they were all around 6 to 8 inches. |
| The next day (Saturday), we headed out. The trail wasn't as bad going from Smith Lakes to Dickinson Park. It had a few rock slabs that the horses tended to 'skitter' on. At one point, Jeff and I thought that we were going to lose Keith. We were nearing the end of the trail when a hiker dressed in bright colors came out of nowhere from around a corner. Keith's horse, Shane, spooked, did a 90 degree turn and was about to start down the mountain (the hard way). Keith did manage to stop him and calm him down before he could leave the trail. |  |
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