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... strong as I used to be :-( overall though it is a joy and is a game to me as I try to avoid rocks and trees while also attempting to hit the best waves. When I wasn't guiding and riding as a participant I got to goof off like standing up in the raft was we went through rapids in attempts not to fall, which I did not accomplish. I also boat hopped into another guides boat just to surprise them and make the slow parts of the river ...
... the same opportunity to others.
This summer, I have been given an opportunity to serve at Outdoor Mission Camp (OMC) as an intern directly underneath the program directors which serves as a capstone to my college degrees. ...
... some pictures before making the
treacherous climb back up. For the most part, it was all downhill from
here. When we got back to Daniel Ridge Loop Trail, we turned right to
finish up the loop and hike FSR 137 back to the car. Overall, it was
successful long weekend. Even with the difficulty in finding
accommodations, we still managed to get 17 waterfalls in three days. On
the way home, we had stop at Las Salsas in Morganton for a delicious
meal of ...
... and then started hiking back. Once back to the cars, we continued on FSR 475 to the gated FSR 5095. We parked here and hiked along the gated forest road. It was about a mile to where the road crosses Long Branch and here we scrambled up a steep path to the waterfall. The water level was lower than the last time I was here and I was able to carefully climb out onto the rocks at the base for some pictures. Once we were finished, we hiked back to the car. We ...
... but stayed out of sight. On day three, Jen noticed dog tracks on the trail. Since they accompanied horse tracks, I just assumed that the two went together—someone on a horse with a dog. Until Carol, Jen’s partner, pointed out that dogs are not allowed in National Parks. Well, then, those prints were suddenly more interesting. “Wolf,” said Jen, peering at one closely.
“There aren’t any wolves in the Smokies,” I said. “They killed ...