The exodus. Day 5 was a business day. We clocked in and after the chores went to work packing up camp. The hike out a 12 mile 6 hour gruel fest. To top it off I had a mishap getting out of my hammock and tore a hip muscle. Thus … gruel fest. Left our remote lives behind and headed back to the world of work. Which I may add, sucks far more then hiking 12 miles with a load with a torn muscle. At least I was living.
Mo walking away from camp
Goodbye, Comet Lake , our camp for the week
Creek crossing
All packed up and ready to rock
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