The three of us climbed up the ridge, taking our time, en route to arguably Michaux’s best downhill.  Long, winding, and riddled here and there with big rocks and fat log crossings, momentum never really is lost and the hootin’ and hollerin’ of  the internal voice is constant.

We made way back up the ridge via the forest road and on over and up farther to the fire tower before descending down the other side of the ridge on a gradual gradiant back to the car.

2.5 hours of easy-going life.

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