DAY 5: WILLIAM DOUGLAS SHELTER - PERU PEAK SHELTER
This morning I ran into Dinosaur (74M, LASH NOBO, 12 years retired). Said he camped with Jay last night at Stratford Pond. Nice guys (the both of them). Would have talked more but had to zoom onwards. Also met a helpful older couple at Spruce Peak (wife Janet and husband). The husband pointed me to the blue blaze and showed me to service. They also took my trash.
The climb up Styles was eerie, almost surreal in parts. As the noise fades away and gives way to wind, you start to feel as though you’re entering another realm. Up there, the mountain forest is nearly silent. Old pine trees with clenched roots wrap around mossy rock formations, refreshed by the intermittent waves of fog. Deeper in lie fractals of little green plants, mosses, and mushrooms. This forest is alive, and walking through you can hear its presence call out. One would be a fool to be caught there in the dark.
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