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Ramoo has spewed for years how the July Cascades Trip is his best trip of the year. Yeah, like 5000 foot ascents; super-scary loose rock on alpine ridges; really truly bad weather and Ramoo without a bath for 19 days in a row could be fun...
I keep thinking, I should have done this when Ram was pudgy and I was skinny - but have to settle for current conditions - a lack of conditioning on my part, and Ram literally on steroids. At least we had young, cute Ram to lead anything scary and carry the big loads. I signed up.
Good thing, so did Bucky, so I would have a congenial partner-in-misery, chasing up them big mountains after Ram and Young Ram. I tried to convince myself that my slightly screwed up shoulder was excuse-enough, but couldn't quite do it. So, 10:30 pm (having successfully avoided packing for 2 days, finally conceeding) July 17th, I poured a quart of oil in the old Honda and headed north for Bucky's Salt Lake Villa, planning on catching a few hours sleep here and there.
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