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I left my mittens in the Smokies. It was that night at Maddron Bald on the ridge after we'd hiked from Davenport Gap -- 12 miles, 4,000 feet. The girl gave us icicles. Dazed and breathless, we pitched the tent and scrambled into our sleeping bags.    The morning sun felt good -- Sterling Ridge on our left, Cosby far below to the right; Mt. Guyot with its spruces and firs; lunch at Tri-Corner **** then down through the rhododendrons and mud to McGhee Springs. Raven Fork -- the beech tree, the icy water, the boulders, the sunlight. Cabin Flats and Smokemont -- the rain, the people with pancakes.    Campfires, backpacks, flapjacks, barley; sunshine, lichens, blisters, . . . wood-smoke.
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Aug 21, 2018
Aug 21, 2018 at 5:28 PM UTC
I Left My Mittens in the Smokies