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Black clouds spilled buckets of rain
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Not alone on the trail
My buddies and I were looking for a trail in a local canyon. We noticed the north facing side was covered in snow while the south facing side was dry. The problem was the south side was private roads filled with vacation homes. These were not regular cabins, they had crazy architecture and villainous style. They were all empty except one friendly old man who waved from his third story deck. Figuring nobody was really around, we decided to hike there briefly. The trail apps didn't show any trails but we found one avoiding people's yards. After a few minutes we had a nice view of the neighborhood below, with just mountain for hundreds of miles.
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