The trees were still there, can’t be that… the stream was still flowing, it isn’t that… my body was still sore all over, that’s not it… what was it!? THE SMELL! It smelled like I was in a Christmas tree oven because everything smelled like burnt pine. ![]() I woke up in my beautiful streamside campsite and immediately noticed that something was different.
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