Climbing upwards, you reach a ledge with a view over the valley below. Stopping to catch your breath, you gaze out over the landscape.
The marshmallow structure is no longer visible, tucked in amongst the gargantuan foliage of the lower slopes. Smoke from the tower blots the sun, casting a purple, hazy view over the vast forest. A glisteninig, twisting line stretchs down-valley: a formidable river. A jacknife ridgeline recedes towards a saddle about one mile to the east; maybe you could pass through here to the other side of the ridge. Continuing up, the trail ascends towards the peak.
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