...It all started in a little town called hope.
There is a fine line between being happy and being a sexual predator.
The end of the trail.
The morning after.
Morning a fallen comrade.
Tyler, and the Turnagain arm.
Just a last stitch effort to keep himself hydrated. Nothing more. Nothing less.
A print from the elusive black bear. We happened upon the culprit previously.
Low tide on the Turnagain.
This is the look of someone who just worked three months on the Alaska Railroad. In a dark room with a ceiling just shy of being tall enough for Tyler to stand up strait. Deep dispair.
Emotions ran high that day. Both happy and sad.
Mushrooms a plenty.
A good trip despite the rain. For all parties a success. One black bear, and a shit ton of rasberries. The end.
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