Scapegoat

Section 3

Mile 234-290

 

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The scapegoat wilderness took me up and out of the trees and had me literally on the divide.  

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The masochist that layed down this trail didn't care for switch backs - they just followed the path of the divide straight up and straight down every peak. 

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I was blessed with 90 degree days on all these exposed peaks.  

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No pants - no problems. I found a prestine tiny lake, too small to have a name on the map. It was hot, so I swam and washed my clothes. I hadn't seen anyone for a couple days so I thought I'd be fine walking around in my undies. Sure enough - just twenty minutes later I pass a mother and son walking north. They were pretty crabby. I was fresh and clean and enjoying the breeze. 

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The divide definitely ain't flat.  

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East of the divide is.  

What 7 days in the woods looks like.  

What 7 days in the woods looks like.  

At the end of the day I was pretty worked. Set up my tent to keep the mosquitos away and enjoyed the sunset. 

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The evenings entertainment.  

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I was in the woods for over a week. The Bob beat me up and the last few scorching days left me yearning for a cold one. My original plan was to hoof it all the way to Helena, but when I crossed the road that led into Lincoln I stuck my thumb and and cruised on into town.  

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Glad I did. I reunited with CheeseSnake and watched him lose his first 5 dollars to the one armed bandits. Everyplace in town was a casino slash something. 

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I'm starting to get used to all the taxidermy that adorns the local establishments.  

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Lincoln. Great town.  

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