24: Craig Meadows

The sound of a woodpecker hammering against a hollow tree reverberates through the lodgepole forest. A damp chill creeps into my bones. The sky is gray and silent as if waiting for something. There are no other vehicles at the trailhead. The temperature has dropped thirty degrees over the past twenty-four hours and the forecast is for three days of rain and snow.

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