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Rain happens. Your field kit is soaked. You're standing there, water dripping from your notebook, mud caked on your GPS, and your sleeping bag weighs ...
You are hiking a ridgeline in Olympic National Park. Your GPS says 2.3 miles to the next waypoint. Then the screen flickers and goes black. Batteries:...
Mud season doesn't announce itself. One day the ground is frozen, the next you're post-holing through six inches of sludge. I've spent enough springs ...
The notebook slipped from my rain-soaked fingers and hit the current with a soft slap. I watched it tumble, pages fluttering like a wounded bird, befo...