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WHOA. Eloquence fails when one is confronted by a vista of this magnitude. That is one big valley
- Lower Palisade Basin. I'm way up here but my path lies at the bottom of that glacial gouge, at
the bottom of the Golden Staircase, the bane of many a hiker coming the other direction. For, is
it not written, "Thy pack shall be born up in sorrow?" Well, it should be. I wasn't going to be
much better off, with Boots by Iron Maiden. I knew the routine by this time: Tighten 'em
up and move out.
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