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A rare shot of the author, with leg bloodied by a move on the descent that was a bit too dynamic, being updated on weather and fires by his neighbor. He shows me a few of the luxuries he carried in, including a chair and pillow. I'm tempted to stop right here and enjoy the camaraderie, but I know there is a trout with my name on it waiting for me at Scoop Lake, twenty minutes up the hill. I'm told nobody is there.
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