Stayed at the Purple Mountain.
Tons of cruisers in town. None new.
Fog on the mountain every morning.
Came across cows on a hike.
194 was a friendly one.
Up past the Snodgrass trail.
Further up the trail, around 10,500 feet.
Met this dude. Invited me to his historical reenactment campground.
Each ribbon represents a different gathering. Booze in the barrel.