The Drive Home: Out of Order

[Aaron Zagrodnick]

Day 10. Our blisters were now well on their way to callouses and I’m not sure if our bodies were getting used to the hiking, or if we were just getting used to having bruised feet. We’d gotten to that point where pain didn’t matter, and being covered in dirt just seemed normal. The light was fading as I sat on a granite seat in the middle of a rushing mountain stream, filtering water with a protesting pump filter into all of the various containers we’d brought along. Another day of hiking had come to an end...

Just another trip in the Wind River Range, all mixed up - Read the full article below in Issue 8:

Out of Order

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