We were driving around in the rain yesterday looking for Houston Mountain. Finally we parked and began walking through the woods. There it was. A stubby ridge of basalt. When we got to the top EDO found that it was raspberry season at 10,000 feet. With the rain and the lichen, the descent was slippery. It required hands, feet, and backsides. On the way out we found a carving from August 1898—one of the older ones we've seen.
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