Mile 997, Dorothy Lake
Some days, like this one, just roll on by in a diorama of gorgeous scenery and good conversation. We pulled for a bigger day to make up for our lazier ones, and even the steep ups couldn't bring me down. I'm realizing what a mental game they are for me, and a little attitude adjustment went a long way. Of course, taking every opportunity to throw myself into a perfect alpine lake also helps keep the spirits up.
Johnny Cash kept me going through a lovely forested flat section this afternoon, and now we're camped at windy Dorothy Lake, huddled and cuddling and warm, for all intents and purposes. Magic Stick told us a ghost story about old Dorothy, the wronged wife who lost her children in the lake. Mmm, just what I needed to put me straight to sleep this blustery night.
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