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  • Backpacking: Then and Now

    March 20th, 2016 en route to Wolf Bar Camp Six years ago I went backpacking for the first time on the Olympic Peninsula. We were greeted with sunshine and blue skies at Cape Alava – an unexpected luxury for visiting the coast in mid-March. Timid deer crept past our tent, and sea stacks crouched like silent giants in the distance. The pools left by the low tide caught the reflections of the clouds as the sun slipped beneath the horizon. The beauty and awe was almost enough to chase out the fear of sleeping outside. Two days