Large clumps of mud clung to the bottom of our shoes, each one weighing as much as a brick. Lugging our heavy shoes up the sodden trail, we collected a new layer of mud with every step.
We continued following forest service roads until we reached Highway 287. No markers indicated where the trail continued on the other side, but with the solar charger we had just enough power to check our position using GPS, following the trail along a winter snowmobiling route.
My father met us at the Brooks Lake Campground and took us into the small town of Dubois. In addition to the usual town chores we saw the world's largest jackalope and visited the National Bighorn Sheep Interpretive Center. After a delicious pizza at Paya, we shared some ice cream and headed for bed.
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