Trail? What trail?

There WAS a trail here, before the January ice storm. Now it’s easier to bushwhack through the forest than to crawl through all the downed trees on the trail.

Every five feet is an over, under, through, or around. Anyone want to come out with a chainsaw?

In the last picture Bob rests, looking forlornly out over the valley. We were hungry and tired, with a long slog ahead of us.