Coming down from High Camp
After exploring the Olympic ghost-complex a little, I asked a runner about the road he had just run up (all the way from the bottom, I presume). This 'road' somehow took ME to a funky cul-de-sac, but I could see real road below me, and what LOOKED like trails leading to it, so I decided to take that way. Hmmm. Well, I was concerned about the erosion I caused, because a lot of what I did for the next hour involved sliding fairly vertically down thru scrub and deep, loose dirt. Eventually, though, I came out on a service road and walked it back to that Olympic village place where I'd started.
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