
i used the fire road that is so steep it makes my lungs burn. evidently firetrucks used it to put out to recent mountain fires. all the footholds were gone, and it felt less sure than normal. i followed the boot tracks of others, and sometimes made my own tracks.
when i rounded the corner i thought for a moment that the forest had burned. most of it has actually, but not the beloved ridge trees. it was haunting walking up into fresh ashes and skeletons of trees. so quiet, except for birds like vultures overhead. it was beautiful for me, no other hikers or bikers around. something about fire and how it consumes, there's loss, but peace too.

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