In the wilderness, so many unexpected traces of humans.
In a roadless canyon we came upon the disintegrating remains of a camp Jan had stumbled on, just abandoned, in the 70s. It must have been a hippie camp, he said, because there were tipi poles and a dew-swollen copy of The Hobbit.
Poles and book were still there. The book was unidentifiable now, gray with sun.
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makes me smile!