On the summit, there was
a slight breeze, just enough to cool
us down. Otis did his usual superlative
job of begging for scraps... or the whole
thing in a pinch.
Then we saddled up and headed down.
With a bit of snow in my shoes wetting
my socks (where were my gaiters?) and
the relentless downhill pace, I was pretty
footsore by the time I got back to the
car.
But it was a great training day; we
had walked pretty steadily for 4 1/2
hours. The weather cooperated, with just
a few sprinkles and 55° at the car
on our return.
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