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10/14/2026

September Monthly Overview Shasta Trinity, by Mason Pinkman

Our crew's final month in the Backcountry 2026 season has been full of amazing milestones for the crew! The first week of September was spent at the battle mountain scramble, where we reestablished lost trail and constructed 7 block Cairns to aid hikers on their travels. The Labor Day weekend allowed us all a bomber weekend! Both of our weekend buddy groups had the chance to see wonderful subalpine lakes like Big Boulder Lake, Union Lake, and Landers Lake before our big camp move. Our classes that week included packing loads with the packers and learning the ins and outs of soccer/ futbol, playing until we had to bring out the headlamps! Our goodbye to sugar pine was emotional, but packing up camp and heading to spike on the Stuart Fork Trail put the pep back in our step. Three CCC association interns joined our crew for the spike, a week of log-outs and brushing where we brought our September production totals to 10.5 miles of trail maintenance, 65 logs removed, 300 linear yards of new trail, and 50 linear yards of rehabilitation, plus the 7 rock cairns, During spike, we had a marching class from Ben, before marching ourselves back to the trails barn to retire the tools of the season. At the barn in Weaverville, Delmy taught us a Spanish class, and we danced ourselves into the night at Shasta-Trinity’s 2026 Backcountry Prom. As the end of the month got near, we hopped into the vehicles and made our way towards the final boss of the season… DEBRIEF!!! Our trip was grand! Finding the town of mount Shasta but missing the city of light! Dipping into the pits of Subway Cave in Lassen National Forest! Hiking up Lassen Peak and smelling the sulfur of Bumpass Hell at Lassen Volcanic National Park! Seeing Giant Sequoias at the Famed Mariposa Grove and taking in the beauty of Yosemite Valley! We already miss Shasta-Trinity dearly, but Backcountry has taught us well and we will find our way in our bright futures. “Climb the mountains and get their good tidings. Nature’s peace will flow into you as sunshine flows into trees. the wind will blow their own freshness into you, and the storms their energy, while cares will drop off like autumn leaves.” – John Muir

10/14/2026

Kings Canyon/Luz Lara

September came and went faster than any other month this season. Throughout the month, we found ourselves experiencing full-circle moments that reminded us that the season was truly coming to an end. We kept encouraging the crew to stay present, soak up what was left, and enjoy each other’s company. The comforts of home would be waiting. Loved ones would be there to welcome us back. But for now, we still had each other… and work to finish.

This month, we finished the last trail our shovels would touch for the season, bringing our final season totals to 52 miles of trail maintenance, 56 rock steps, 5 waterbars, 129 log-outs, 12 feet of new trail, 12 feet of multi-tier wall, and 1,232 linear yards of single-tier wall.

Then, in true full-circle fashion, we said our farewells to our home, our work, and our commitment to the land by hiking a 57-mile loop over Forester Pass, Colby Pass, and Avalanche Pass, and across the Sand Flats one last time. Ending the loop at our frontcountry camp brought everything back to where it had begun. We returned to the place where we first started, but we were no longer the same people who had arrived months before. We came back as a family, one that had grown in so many different ways, both individually and together, through the hardships, the tears, the dirt, the farts, and, most of all, the love.

And now, the season has ended.

If there is one thing this season has taught us, it’s that there is never enough time to truly soak up the last moments we have with one another. The everyday routine that slowly became our life will be missed by all of us, the early mornings, the miles, the work, the laughter, the exhaustion, and simply knowing that at the end of the day, we had each other.

I will miss this crew more than I can put into words.

More than the not-so-quiet mornings.

More than the laughter at the dishline.

More than the desserts that Peter baked.

More than even the alpine glow against East Vidette.

Because the mountains will still be here.

The trails will still be here.

But this crew, this season, and the family we built together in these mountains will never exist in quite the same way again.

10/14/2026

September Overview 2026
Yolla Bolly/Klamath Crew
Supervisor: Robert Zekanoski

If you are reading this our Backcountry Season has come to an end. Our final month kept us at ‘Cold Spring’ camp, where we made significant improvement on trails leading to Hell-Hole Ridge, Ethel Lake, Wild Lake, and Grant Meadow. The work consisted mostly of treading and reestablishing tread width to 36” meeting the Forest Service standards of the Klamath National Forest. Crosscut saw dust flew as we worked further and further away from our hidden camp. At one point we were hiking 10 miles a days to get to and from the work site.

John Book out, Ellen Andrews, and Allen Schroeder continued to provide ample guidance and support for our crew to be safe and get as much trail work done as possible. The packers Karen, Olivia, Kera, and Dan put in tremendous amount of hours the final week to make sure all our gear and camp equipment was brought out of the Backcountry successfully, we are grateful for their service.

Weekends consisted of trips to Wild lake, English Lake, and Hancock Lake. As well as a valent effort to hike North on the PCT to Campell Lake and Cliff Lake, but poor weather and good decision making dictated otherwise. Games of choices on the weekends were: Catan, Love Letters, Magic the Gathering, and our new favorite ‘Assemblage’.

Classes continued with sharing our life stories, as well as a resume building class catering specifically to Forest Service applications. We also dedicated time to working on our end of the season essays, working on our skit, and providing feedback to the Backcountry Program.

Finally, we want to extend a huge thank you to Arron McBride and Sarah Boreman for all the background work they did at their respective districts to set us up for an incredible season, that will linger in our hearts, minds, and muscles for years to come. Also, deep gratitude to Miguel Rodriguez, Chelsea Saeland, Karlson Hubbard, Jon Fisher, and Nelson Bellesheim for all the grinding background work you do to keep our season progressing forward.

Thank you all who have followed our journey this season. It has been a wild ride but we are ready to do a little self-care and reflect on the lessons we have been humbled. Please keep following us and if your eligible we hope to see you apply for our Backcountry 2027 season! Applications come out this November. Happy Trails. Bobby Z

10/12/2026

BigBasin/Inyo Crew.
August Overview

August has a bad reputation in the Backcountry Trails Program. It’s called “Angry August” or “Apathy August”. It’s where hard-charging crew members go to burn out and scraping-by corps members go away. We defied those expectations and made the most of August’s changes and challenges.

We opened the month with Halloween costumes and performances. We shared treats and played pin the tail on the Gabagool before crowning Shrumpus the Wizard as top costume.

In our final days on the Minaret Creek Trail, we installed steps and walls to protect stream crossings and took on a series of switchbacks to significantly widen their tread and remove many yards of berm that kept water trapped on trail, which leads to erosion and other ills.

Our supervisor, Sam B.’s mom, Ann, came for a visit and shared details of her life as an author with us. She joined us at Minaret Lake for our final weekend down south. While one group set up camp in the woods along Minaret’s northern shore, the other group waved to them on their way up the talus field that leads to the top of Volcanic Ridge. There, they settled in for a high-elevation night under the stars then took in sunrise near the summit.

We then packed up camp and prepped for our journey to the River Trail, our new home. We began our 14-mile camp move on August 7th by working our way north on the JMT. We overnighted at Rosalie Lake, and Sam M. shared her experience as a solo traveler in Brazil and the Netherlands in a class that opened doors to overseas travel for others on the crew.

Storm clouds filled the view to the north as we neared our destination. We held tight to our good moods despite the weather and dropped packs at our new camp. We quickly fell in love with our new home. While visible thanks to the Garnet Lake Cutoff Trail that ran through our southern neighborhood and the River Trail that dominated our frontage, we also enjoyed private waterfall bathing areas with pools that left room for everyone and a view that took in miles of the San Joaquin’s upper watershed.

On August 9th, we laid a colleague of ours to rest after she suffered a heart attack as she helped pack our camp in. Kit was 22 years old, which is late middle age for a working mule. She worked with our Forest Service packers for two decades, rising to the position of lead mule, who’d help set the pace for a string of her colleagues. She rode with some of her peers in the Rose Parade three times as examples of the finest pack stock the Forest Service has in the country. In the words of Michael Morse, who shared trails with her for many years, “She was the nicest mule you could hope to work with. She didn’t love to walk uphill, but she was always solid.”

We buried her near where she fell amongst a grove of aspens and lodgepole pines in meadow flats along the San Joaquin River. It was a comfort to know that her end was quick and calm, that she died surrounded by familiar faces, and that she lay in a glen that any mule would be delighted to frolic through after a long pack-in.

In our first River Trail weekend, one group bagged four peaks along Whitebark Pass ridge and camped on the south shore of Garnet Lake. The remaining two groups also started their weekend at Garnet. Some peaked a ridge-line summit, then they all clambered over Garnet Pass to take in the majesty of Thousand Island Lake. As these groups settled in north of the lake, storm clouds built then broke against the mountains. Hail slammed down for twenty minutes as thunder lashed the land, but they and their shelters survived. After the storm passed and the clouds parted that night, Gavyn woke the groups to take in the peak of the Perseid Meteor Shower, and they shivered and smiled beneath a sky singing with stars. On their way home the next morning, the crew earned their first Inyo bear sighting as a black bear lazily ambled away from the trail less than a mile from our camp.

The River Trail had already shown its harsh edges to us on our climb towards camp, and it fell to us to make its rough places smooth. We put our saws and loppers to good use in early maintenance runs, but the scale of work was staggering. About a mile below our camp, we reached a vast stretch of whitethorn that fed directly into some of the trail’s worst steps. Vic and Kelly looked at the situation and arrived at two effective fixes. We re-benched the trail through the thickets and achieved an even tread that wasn’t falling off the mountainside. We also built a series of steps that eventually held and supported dozens of feet of crush bed that helped build back up the trail’s tread and effectively buried steps that once towered higher than a foot each.

David and Kai shared our first days on the River Trail and offered gifts of song lyrics and candy that had us singing their praises. Morty traveled all the way from the Santa Cruz Mountains to join us for a few days of fun and reminded us just how hard we’d hustled back in our Big Basin beginnings. She restarted our end-of-day push-up tradition and was a very welcome presence in a community that had evolved so far from our first weeks out west.

All the while, Rosio and our KPs continued to crank out bangers at an almost daily clip. From rich beef stew to Empanadas, from French onion soup to chicken quesadillas and spicy mac and cheese, our kitchen was on a remarkable roll. By the end of the month, our impending camp move began to cramp our style as we had to draw down our kitchen’s inventory to minimize our mules’ loads, but Rosio kept her creativity as sharp as her knives and persevered with delicious results.

The crew’s progress as safe mountaineers led Sam B. to open the gates to Banner Peak. Much of the crew scrambled through the boulder field that is North Glacier Pass and skirted round Lake Catherine on their way to a half-mile snow field that’s the gateway to most Banner ascents. The group kept their footing through the last thousand feet of talus to the top. The crispness of this summit took their breath away as did the view of the lakes below them and the look at their new neighborhood from nearly its highest point.

Lessons and committees brought joy into our month. Kayla taught us the art of braiding hair, and we all took to it with wild results. Events Committee and Mental Health Committee collaborated on a spa day that gave everyone the opportunity to relax after the cares of our week. Sam B’s dad, Dan, visited in late August and brought in Kettle chips and other rare delicacies for the crew. He shared an evening of 10-minute hot seat with Vic’s good friend Nikki who traveled all the way from New York City.

The crew split in two for our final weekend of the month. Those roving north caught a view that’s still not on their maps as Waugh Lake’s drained acreage stretched over a mile, defined by saplings growing below what used to be the shoreline. A lonely arch of concrete dam still guards the eastern end of Rush Meadows while Rush Creek meanders and defines its uncovered bed. Our hikers then turned uphill and clambered up to Summit Lake on the cusp of Agnew Pass where they set up camp for the night. Meanwhile, our mountaineers returned to Banner Peak and climbed Mount Davis for good measure. They camped near Lake Catherine and reveled in seeing moonrise between Ritter and Banner.

Nikki and Dan departed on a rainy morning that cleared long enough for them to reach the trailhead and then tore into the crew as we worked at our familiar whitethorn playground as well as on the outskirts of Thousand Island Lake along the Pacific Crest Trail. As hands numbed, brush still fell before our blades, and we made use of our shovels to relieve some of the flooding that dogged our trails as the rain refused to let up. We returned to project work in the final days of the month. We knocked steps into place on one set of switchbacks and finished work on the steps and crush beds that redefined the worst stretch on the trail.

Our August was full of change and challenge, but the crew rose to each occasion and found plenty of adventures to crown their season with. We look forward to the possibilities of Labor Day Weekend and hardly believe it as plans come together for our departure from the backcountry. The last chapters of our season await! We’ll make them our own together.

10/12/2026

Inyo August Overview

In the end of July, we left like a catapult's payload being tensioned back, one wheel crank at a time- ponderous, heavy, full of as-yet- unrealized potential the Last week of August we have metamorphosed into a flying launch of power!! Steps and walls are no match for our Combined attacks, and our rock structures feel like targets, and we the action-packed payload flying towards them. Suddenly, we have found ownership of our skills and knowledge that we can apply much more confidence and independence to our assigned projects; said projects suddenly feel like they come together easier and more efficiently… this is an exciting development, can we flex our fledging wings, testing limits and ourselves.

The hot august days and nights take us from all directions: the sun from above, and its selective “Hot as an oven” takes on new meaning, and we are constantly grateful for the refreshing cool waters of our lake: bathing in the early months is a sun-drenched joy. Over two-dozen steps and 75tf of structure wall, plus oodles of square feet of “junk wall” (which is not, as it turns out, junk at all) meet their makers—Literally! —this month, which is a vast improvement from months past. Our pride in our work production expands with our new wings.

Hunger Games kick starts our month’s weekends with exciting but unexpected lessons in problem solving strategies, teamwork, and how a predator vs prey mindset can inform our actions and choices in surprising ways. The complex nature of competition and (simulated!) Survival instincts cast light on suspects of ourselves that may have previously been unexplored. What is a delight discovery; perhaps it brings reflection and condition into our deepest nature. For all, there is release and abandon, albeit temporary, of structure and polite etiquette. Chelsea and Latoya, special guests for the weekend, bring an added dimension of challenge: how to outsmart or out maneuver those we have not spent the last 4 months getting to know (and therefore predict). Despite unexpected outcomes, the weekend is memorable and full of lessons and hilarity.

Weekends also See us spreading our wings as we begin to sample cross-country exploration and scale a couple of peaks: journeys around Alges Lakes and up Koip and Packers peaks bring rare reviews for adventure and views. Davis and Marie Lakes also stun. The mountains send occasional weather reminders to stay humble; those with the foresight to bring tents do not regret the extra weight, but the infamous Inyo winds spare no one. Ravaged rainflies and soggy sleeping bags remind us of the importance of planning and preparation, the first rule of leave no trace Ethics.

August also brings some other fresh faces to our camp: Mama Long spends her birthday week with us; Isaac and Kete bring baby kestrel to spend a few thunderous nights with us; and a juvenile bear peeks around the edges of the cliffs above camp to see about being invited in. Our crew dog Freya turns bouncer and informs him very efficiently that an invite will certainly not be forthcoming; he does not push the issue, to the benefit of all. Ranger Kate has dinner with us also, as does Vic, the sponsors for “the other Inyo Crew.”

Hikers continue to express gratitude and wonder for how our work as they pass us on the trail; all are astonished at our long-term commitment to living and serving out here. Our lake continues to sparkle at us while we work (except on the dates that is a brooding gun metal grey reflecting the ominous dark clouds back at us), and the birds continued to wheel and roar across the sky… but little by little the days shorten as they pass. The aspens and willows and deciduous shrubs on our trail begin imperceptibly, almost one at a time, to yellow their leaves on their branches. The oven-hot air, almost without noticing, begins to crisp in the mornings and evenings; when two weeks ago we wore no jackets before breakfast and after dinner, By the end of this month we are reheating hot water for evening tea warmth and scrambling for our layers. Our previously sun-drenched bathing spot now has us chasing the sun patches, seeking warmth for our lake chilled fresh hail, Thunder, lightning, and the ever-present wind announce that fall is making its way to the eastern Sierra whether we like it or not.

As the summer days wind down, so too does our time here. As always, more questions arise as the days unfold: will our confidence and enjoyment in our work prompt us to pursue career paths in this field? Will we prioritize more of an exploratory mindset, Both in our final weekends here and after, an hour “outside” lives? Will we put an effort into knowing ourselves in different circumstances, or will we revert to the comfort of the known? We get ourselves clear impact versus intent, even when emotions inhabits and hangriness threaten to get the upper hand? Are we afraid to truly know the deepest parts of ourselves, or to let others know them too… or will we challenge ourselves to sit with those parts that make us uncomfortable to acknowledge, and perhaps even more scary -to bare those parts to others, to be authentic and vulnerable, and to invite others to sit with us too, as we offer to sit with them in their same authentic vulnerability? How has our reflection changed, or clarified, as we’ve looked more directly into the backcountry mirror? How else will we choose to climb into the catapult basket, and where, or for what, do we want to aim?

09/20/2026

Yosemite, August 2026, Written by: Emily Kiihnl

Oh, where to begin? August was a blur, painted blue and gold. The winds out here at Buena Vista Lake have picked up, whispering the falls is around the corner. The skies have been filled with thunderstorms, rainbows, and stars, and thankfully, we’ve received more blue skies than expected. Through the changing seasons, our crew has remained strong. We began August doing maintenance in the backcountry, and within a handful of days finished deer camp trail plus several miles down to crescent lake. After doing maintenance for most of the season, the crew was ecstatic to hear their newest assignments: rockwork projects. Split into pairs, Yosemite’s corpsmembers are learning all the technicalities of stone masonry, with almost every project consisting of building staircases up the switchbacks of mono meadow trail. With less helicopter drops for resupply and more visits from the mules, the crew has learned not only how to make sturdy projects, but mule grade as well. Despite how enjoyable, challenging, and creative the crew has found rockwork, they’ve been taking to the hills for most of august, making for some epic cross-country trips. The crew hiked over 30 miles to enjoy the waters of Ottaway Lake, as well as the stunning views of red peak. Though a bit challenging, the crew summited red peak, leaving behind signatures in the ledger that hides in a capsule on top. We discovered that only seven people had summited red before us this year. We considered ourselves victorious to be among the few who rose to the occasion Other than climbing mountains, the crew basked in the delight of laying by a lake, coffee in hand, a warm fire, and music filling the air from a mandolin. We’ve grown tighter as a crew; we spend every weekend together, all 10 of us. We could contribute some of that crew growth to the life stories we’ve had to share in the last few weeks. Hearing everyone’s upbringings, journeys, and hardships before coming into this program, has made our meeting so much sweeter. All strangers before this, joining to come live in the woods? And now our bond is the most cherished thing to us? Feels divine. Were grateful to have one another. No tonly are we learning about each others pasts, but also getting the chance to teach one another about our passions! Our student led classes have consisted of ASL, pilates, meditation, Fire Ecology, Film, and Mexican History, with many more to come. Needless to say, we’re learning just as much from one another. Surprisingly enough, we’ve had a few guests come into camp! Logans supervisor from his 2021 season, Sophie Carillo- Mandel, came and filled the crew with wisdom, kindness, and strength. Her expertise was invaluable on the grade as we navigated our challenges with rock work. We were so grateful to have her stay with us for a few days. The same goes for the boss of our foreman, Greg Torres! Greg came and hung out with our crew during our initial rock work projects. He teaches very well, and with his joking attitude, helps you grasp concepts that otherwise feel impossible to learn. He’d probably say he didn’t do much, but his ear to listen and advice was extremely helpful. Lastly, Andy Settle paid us a visit, helping with chores and giving us advice about the C’s, how to excel in the program, and how to grow in conservation. His kind nature and thoroughness was greatly appreciated.

As August comes to a close, the wind getting colder, and the fires burning brighter, the Yosemite crew is bundling up for the coziest holidays of the year! We celebrated Halloween, making costumes out of cardboard, playing hide-n-seek by the light of the moon, decorating camp with spooky decorations sent in, and baking pies! Peach cobbler being the best out of the bunch. Sadly, we missed the lunar eclipse due to cloud cover, but the timing of it added to our fall feels. We’re getting ready for thanksgiving, Gladiator Day, and Christmas! Yosemite crew is full of Chefs, so let’s just say the packers will be delivering quite he holiday grocery haul. August taught me that each day requires a level of mindfulness that is filled with patience. The patience to understand, to learn, to fail. The patience to hear, to listen, to speak. The patience to discern, to act, to wait. Having patience leads to understanding and understanding leads to love. And to look at all the things with love is a much more enjoyable way to lead a life. So I will carry with me, patience, understanding, and love as I enter September, for I think they served me quite well in August.

09/20/2026

Klamath Crew Overview August 2026 Robert Zekanoski

Amongst the ferns and brush. Submerged in Meadow. Below the line of sight. The sun beating on our Forearms. The wind weaving through us as if we were just another frawn growing tall and unruly in this summer’s progression. Sitting Solid like 75 sqf. Of multi-tier rocks. Hand calloused. Shoulders sore. 55 kerfs widening like a cut shin from cross country bush wacks. Horse Range hole, Hancock Lake. Connected through drive and will. They are bodies of water. We are bodies of water. We carry loaded packs up hill. We carry picks down the grade. We carry loss. We carry life. We carry grief. We carry humility. We carry memories. We beat the mountains with our desire to change. We shape the mountains with our ego. The mountains shape us more. It all blends into meadow. Below the line of sight. Flies dive bombs into the mule droppings. A shrew parts the grass. Barely we are seen through Alder. Somewhere far from May, somewhere far from October. A place where work and life meet. We keep working, keep digging, keep swinging, benching, Logging, Lifting. Not out of fear, not out of desperation. Out of incentive to serve. This idea of oneness in Backcountry life. Our life. “We are all one, the unlimited source of being”. Meaning lost on us, but closer to understanding than ever. Jess Walsh bids us “Happy Trails”. John Bookout carries her torch. Ellen Andrews brings a camp move together. David Karplus rides in on horse. Ants move erratically on the ground. Constellations come together in the sky. Confrontation Sow ground for empathy to grow. Halloween and thanksgiving celebrations stitch us together like patches on a uniform. The bear standing in the meadow is open and vulnerable. Our life stories are open and vulnerable. A meadow can be trampled by mules, but we tell our stories anyways. We are seen in the meadow. Between Aldes and Pine. Between mile 1 and 15 of maintenance. Between July and September. Koren, Dan, Kera are building loads. The Klamath crew is building 250 ft. of new trail. Allen is felling snags. A woodpecker searches for bugs, Dice clattering on a board. The memories of Karlson Hubbard’s 2007 crew linger in this camp. Their humbling’s and hardships strung through the meadow. Our humbling’s are in the meadow. “We are all one, the unlimited source of being” pressed on our shirts. Letters lift our spirits. Letters hurt our hearts. Out with mules in with the mules. The warrior is released at PT. Klamath calls us forward, and many crews before us. We toil, we sweat, we become something we thought we were not. As if all seasons were one season, we work for past crews, the lost trail workers, and the future crews.

Sincere Sympathy to those close with Phil Lafollette and are currently grieving at this time. His inspiration as a leader and dedication to the backcountry Trails Program will not be forgotten.

09/20/2026

August Overview Shasta-Trinity Crew written by Justice Williams

Fellow family friends and fellow wild people. This is justice reporting with an August overview. We've completed our T-shirt design and orders, so stay tuned for the big review at debrief, special shout out to Kevin and Mason for bringing our ideas to life. In these past few weeks, we've heard life stories from Josh Kevin Ben Delmy and myself which brought us closer together and further strengthening our bond. A couple of notable classes and events this month included the following:

A game night/ music listening party hosted by Max

A class on the history of Buffalo, NY and all its wonders told by Bryce

A class about gardening on a budget and a “guess that tea” event hosted by me

Backcountry birthday meals have become a corpsmember favorite, Kevin’s French toast Nuggets, soto's flautas the pollo, Julias pad Thai, Nora’s chicken slop, Emilys deconstructed spring rolls, and bens chimichanga. Speaking of food, we’re all eager to make pizza during our upcoming summer rain event which will feature a stargazing evening stroll (accompanied by our supervisor Michelle) an apple carving! Afterwards, we have Backcountry Olympics; thanks To Brandon and Zeppellin for installing our pull-up bar to ready us for the competition ahead. Former backcountry Cms from Michelles past season paid us a visit and we stayed up late chatting about life after BC and career prospects in trails, exc. (Gisel, Josh, Angel, Cedar, and Alice.)

We’ve welcomed a new sponsor to our team: Aaron McBride- part fairy grandparent, part Viking. Since his arrival, we’ve completed rock work on an alder patch to make the path more durable and easier to traverse, cleared drainages and rocks from the trail. In total, we maintained 4.5 miles of trail and removed 44 logs, put in 4 steps, 2 water bars, 5 linear yards of riprap, and 30 linear yards of rehab.

While Sugar Pine Lake has been a repeat weekend hiking trip getaway, some groups have ventured farther exploring Foster Lake, Lion Lake, and most recently Battle Mountain.

Thanks for tuning in and until next time!

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