Micah
👤 SpeakerAppearances Over Time
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I left without pushing in.
People say weird things sometimes.
Everyone's got a ghost story or a backwards superstition.
I figured it was just regional flavor.
The trailhead was 30 minutes past town.
I parked in the empty lot, signed the logbook, and hit the path.
Leeds had already started falling, so the trail was a soft carpet of orange and yellow.
I didn't see another person all day.
Honestly, it was perfect.
The silence was deep.
Not creepy, not yet.
Just peaceful.
Like the forest was giving me space.
I made good time and set up camp around Duscona Ridge with a view of the valley.
There was a rock outcrop nearby, flat and cleared, with a ring of old stones from some long-dead fire.
I skipped building one myself.
Too windy up on the ridge, and I wasn't feeling theatrical.
I boiled water for a pouched meal, filtered some stream water, and climbed into my bag before it was even dark.
Around midnight, I woke up.
Typical middle-of-the-night bladder issue.