Gary’s journal documents the direction and descent – from 6,073 feet at our last camp spot to 1,558 feet tonight in Lemoncito. I’m feeling lost but grounded at the same time. Somewhere in the eastern half of this amazing, land-locked country is the camper of my childhood. Maybe that’s why even the smallest survivors seem so plucky and miraculous.
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