Date: July 26, 2017
Miles: 1922.6 – 1954.7
I vaguely remember what happened on this day. I walked through some woods, saw a pine marten, and camped on top of Koosah Mountain with all of the mosquitos in Oregon. The end.



Date: July 26, 2017
Miles: 1922.6 – 1954.7
I vaguely remember what happened on this day. I walked through some woods, saw a pine marten, and camped on top of Koosah Mountain with all of the mosquitos in Oregon. The end.