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So, on a hot Sunday August afternoon, we set out on the Lenhok’sin high adventure trail in southwestern Virginia. Here are some of the sights
along the way:
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Getting started was the easy part. As we hit the trail everyone was in good form.
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At the Wagon Train outpost, Mr. Old and others in the troop waited for everyone to get their horses saddled and mounted to begin the afternoon’s
activities.
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At Viewing Rock, Bryndon caught his breath and took in the scenery after a strenous day of climbing.
We won’t get into discussion of the morning’s weather or the navigational “challenges” that preceded this outstanding view...
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Back into a valley en route to another outpost, everything was lush green.
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As Jared took aim with the .50 cal rifle while at the Mountain Man outpost, he had just one piece of advice; “Say your prayers, varmint!”
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Midway through the week, everyone was starting to get the hang of getting their acts together and planning the day ahead. Bryndon folded the
topographical map for the first few miles of the journey and led the troop toward our next (primitive) site for the week.
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Having made an extensive climb through thick underbrush, everyone was ready for a little siesta at the top of Jump Rock.
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Really, Mr. Allen, that copperhead was NOT there when I sat down... really!
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View from the top of Jump Rock on a hazy, hot, and humid August afternoon.
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In the saddle between two ridges, everyone set up camp on one of the few relatively flat pieces of terrain to be found.
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At the Foxfire outpost, Chip practiced the blacksmithing techniques that he had just learned.
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