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Red, Gary and I reached the Canadian border around 2:00 pm last Sunday, on a cold, wet day. We'd walked 16 miles in the drizzle of a Cascade fog after waking up to a very wet camp. None of us doubted that we'd walk the extra seven miles to the lodge at Manning Park in hopes of finding warm, dry accommodations. The trail gods were with us and we landed rooms and began decompressing from the day's long walk and the previous weeks' varied experiences.

A few days at Manning, a bus ride to Vancouver, a day wandering about a large city and a flight back to Phoenix have pretty much removed me from the trail but I am still disoriented and will take a while to resume this other life that involves affairs, events, money and more than two other people. I have much to write about and will start posting as I figure out what I have.

In the meantime it's good to be warm, dry and stationary.