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I was about 3 miles into the hike and I was ready to turn around and head back.
On a boulder in Oneonta Creek, my dog Luna surveyed the burnt trunks dotting the hills around and above us.
We’d hiked past a few waterfalls on this trail, and I figured that it was time to return on this out-and-back hike, although up ahead, the trail kept winding into the charred-tree forest.
