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With Isolation behind me, my mental acuity went downhill, fast. Alone, as far I could possibly be from really anyone, I started to have a hard enough time just understanding where the ridge I was following even was and separating it from ridgelines that simply decended into the basins below. The darkness and smokiness of the air not being my best allies. My high-powered had difficulty cutting through the haze and nothing looked familiar to me, even though it wasn’t that long ago that I had been on this part of the ridgeline during a recontour. For the next few miles, as I labored towards Ogallala with heavy eyelids and steps, I caught myself walking in circles. Stubborn on keeping my goal, I wouldn’t stop until I had reached beyond the Park borders. I liked the concept and looked forward to saying that I had, “Walked out of the Park” in a day.

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