I saw this and few times over a few miles and could not for the life of me figure out why people would randomly be sticking branches in the mud standing up like this. Then in a “light bulb” (or face palm) moment I realized they were actually falling like this.
After a “relatively” short 3 hour or so off trail/bushwack through the Whitney Area this morning, I connected with the French Louie Trail. Named after a Adirondack guide, trapper, woodsman and hermit who was well known in the area during the late 1800’s and early 1900’s. My time on the French Louie Trail was certainly a lot of sloppy hard work pushing through often knee deep mud. I also saw some cool old debris. A wood spoked wheel. Not quite old enough to be French Louie’s but pretty old non the less.
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