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It was a fridgid winter morning in late January. The icicles droop off of the towering Douglas Firs. Pads of snow blanket the branches of the towering Doug FIrs. A light dusting of snow passed through with wilderness with gentle winds, and fluffy snowflakes. It was time for the two friends to pack up, and continue on their hike.

Luckily enough, the snow was dry, and easy to swi...