A recent vacation to the Smoky Mountains resulted in a side trip to Kentucky, where the highest point was conquered on a 3 mile walk. The actual highpoint was decidedly unpicturesque, but the walk to it was pleasant. A red spotted newt was discovered, along with 3 dead moles. Then W managed to leave his backpack at the trailhead, a fact not discovered until they had driven 100 miles away. After a short discussion, the family decided to make the long return trip to get the backpack, which was still there over 5 hours after W had left it.
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