Closed for myself and Gamina
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"I'd say it's about three miles away. You hike along the power lines for awhile, then cut into the woods - you have to know where, there isn't really a path - then you sort of follow the terrain for awhile. The last part is climbing in: You climb up a cliff - Well, sort of a cliff; more like a really steep bank where you have to grab onto trees and bushes sometimes, then climb down into the hollow. Takes about an hour and a quarter to get there."
Rob finished speaking, and three pairs of eyes turned to Jennie.
It was a warm summer's day that looked to be getting warmer as they all stood beside a low rail that bore a sign warning sternly against trespassing on the path that the power lines high above their heads took as they marched away through the woods. Rob, who had proposed the hike out to a spot he knew, was dressed like his two companions in jeans, sneakers and a light t-shirt. He was dark-haired, unlike his friend Dave, who was blond, and both a little shorter and a little quieter than Rob. Josh, the third member of their little group, stood perhaps half an inch shorter than Dave, and had hair that was an uncommon mix of red and blond.
"Anyway, it should be fun," Rob continued with a shrug. "You up for it?"
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"I'd say it's about three miles away. You hike along the power lines for awhile, then cut into the woods - you have to know where, there isn't really a path - then you sort of follow the terrain for awhile. The last part is climbing in: You climb up a cliff - Well, sort of a cliff; more like a really steep bank where you have to grab onto trees and bushes sometimes, then climb down into the hollow. Takes about an hour and a quarter to get there."
Rob finished speaking, and three pairs of eyes turned to Jennie.
It was a warm summer's day that looked to be getting warmer as they all stood beside a low rail that bore a sign warning sternly against trespassing on the path that the power lines high above their heads took as they marched away through the woods. Rob, who had proposed the hike out to a spot he knew, was dressed like his two companions in jeans, sneakers and a light t-shirt. He was dark-haired, unlike his friend Dave, who was blond, and both a little shorter and a little quieter than Rob. Josh, the third member of their little group, stood perhaps half an inch shorter than Dave, and had hair that was an uncommon mix of red and blond.
"Anyway, it should be fun," Rob continued with a shrug. "You up for it?"