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And we did see one, way up a scree slope. We climbed, slithered and stumbled as best we could, but the buck was wise to us and we never saw him again. Then it really started to snow, visibility disappeared, and we headed back, hiking over 12 miles for the day. Here it was, the fourth of July, and I was slogging through a blizzard, half hypothermic, having daydreams about roasting hot dogs and watching fireworks. It sure felt good to get back to the lodge that night.
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