This struck me as rather odd. Two stark white trees, in the middle of one of the longest and most strenuous hikes of all time. It had it all: the base was at a mining operation that one could hear most of the hike; wasp's nests that attacked puppa and I; about 100 switchbacks with unceasingly boring scenery; and beautiful Arnica lake in a meadow at the top, with pretty flowers. We sang our way down the mountain, making up a song that contained the number of the switchback we were on. I'm glad there was no one else around.
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