Flag Hill, lit, and a barn that might look familiar. This is about where I turned back. I was down and home by noon, having arrived and parked at 8. There's so much natural beauty, and wonders big and small, I'm sad that these heights are just about beyond my ability now.
A bit of fog cling in the valley below Flag Hill. I managed about five miles, 66 flights. I'm getting too old for these bigger hikes. The hip and right leg give me a lot of trouble, and I'm shuffling down the last mile or two like I'm a lot older than I otherwise feel.
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