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For the first mile, the path was small bright white rocks.
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This peak was ahead of me most of the time so I tried to get a good shot.
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I liked the bleached tree and the green fern.
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After I crossed a dry creek, a different mountain range came into view.
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Yet another white tree against a blue sky.
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See the moon?
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Finally, a wet creek!
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A little sitting area.
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Here's what the terrain turned into
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In a dry river bed...
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... see the layered rock.
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