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On our last day in Glacier, my brother dropped me at the trail head for Avalanche Lake and I started to walk. The most significant thing about this hike is that I've done it at least a half dozen times. It is familiar. I approached the shore line and reached into my pocket...two rings in my hand...and then they were gone. I turned around, walked back to the trail head and caught a hikers shuttle to the lodge. 

I did some packing tonight. In a way, it felt like I was preparing for a trip...and I guess that, in some respects, I am. Tomorrow is a new year and I will be starting it off a little bit lighter.