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Finally, almost 9.5 hours after hitting the trail, I arrived at Palisade lakes. One
doesn't camp near the lake unless one feels like donating blood, so, in spite of my
mangled mutts, I trudged my weary butt uphill from the trail a ways to a perfect little
site overlooking the basin, next to a babbling brook and a pretty waterfall (the one in
the picture). Near the top left corner of the picture you can just make out three
people, about 500 ft downslope, filling up there water bottles from this very stream. I
wonder if I should have waited a while before washing my socks?
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