stripping a layer inside of a mile . we were both complaining about how terrible the road walk was and how we could not wait to be in the woods. a handful of miles down the dirt road later we got to the trail head. as we read trail signs, we were pleased to know we had covered the last 3.5 miles in under an hour. breaking through a small patch of snow, in what i think was the wood’s attempt to tell us to turn back, we tramped over to the trail register to happily write our names in and take our first pictures to send back home to 