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"I've never come into the park from this side," Kristi said as we crested the last big rise. It had been a mile long uphill, some of it fairly steep, from the parking lot to get here and she was breathing harder than she wanted me to know. She hadn't been getting as much exercise during the year away at college as she thought. Going to the local college I had the advantage of getting out to the hiking trails I knew best with some frequency. "Lotta people don't realize how big this park is," I said. "They all tend to go to the part nearest town. Don't bother driving the extra distance to get to this trail head. Mostly just mountain bikers and the horse people find their way back here. It's almost like a wilderness." There had only been one car in the parking lot at the trail head when we arrived. The bike rack on the back told which group they belonged to. I was happy there weren't more people around. I wanted the solitude. Needed it really, if I was ...
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