story of the pacific crest trail
Fight The Mountains
A jeep drove over the dirt and sped through mud, leaving splatters of brown all over the bumper. It drove over rocks, and logs blocking the pathway. A young woman, barely a day over the age of 16 stepped out. She examined her filthy car. There were cracks in the windshields where rouge pebbles had chipped away at. The sides where splashed with dry, crusty dirt. She stepped closer. She traced her finger in the mud, revealing the true color of the jeep, red. She kept tracing. She lugged a gigantic backpack over her shoulder, locked the jeep, and walked away. On the car, traced into the mud in a cinnamon red color were the words, off camping.
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