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Am gonna tell some of my favourite stories so far because there are too many to tell
So my last post in the last thread was in Denver about to meet another anon, he didn't murder me, he didn't rape me, it was cool. He gave me a blanket before we parted which has served me very well. But the next day I was in Nederland Colorado and things were getting late and I was pointed to a nearby campsite up the mountains. Since this was the closest I decided to go there although I was worried about the temperature at night. The previous night camping in the mountains I was really cold so I was second guessing this idea but I thought fuck it, if I don't die who cares.
But walking up the altitude was such that every time I took a breath I ran out so now I was really starting to think this maybe isn't a good idea but I was still adamant about camping there so I continued. Just as I'm walking I look down just by feet at the side of the road and there's a fucking sleeping bag, still in its fucking stuff sack so of course I fucking grab on to it. I can't believe my luck.
I get to the top and check it out and it's perfect. There's some shit and twigs inside but I clean it out and it's one of the best sleeps of my trip. Unfortunately I couldn't fit it in my pack so I left it in the hope another traveler finds it when in need and just stick to my blanket (thanks anon!)
