Trail less well defined, narrower, gnarly with roots and rocks, and steeper (whew!) -- Emil Zatopek returns (the great Czech long distance runner who looked to be in agony every step but always won his races!) but after about six hours I did make it to the base camp (I think: no signs or anything except a big open space, a fork between two streams):
and where was that one other solo hiker who had signed in & wrote he was going up The Brothers, too?
Oh well, freeze dried lasagna, peach zinger tea and a little Yukon Jack in my lukewarm instant coffee -- ahh, an early night sleeping under the stars and now I know why everyone brings tents even in good weather cuz little scampering creatures kept scrambling onto my tarp and away again, looking for food or sumpin’.
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