...and one last day, a ride over Duck Pass (not called that because there are any ducks up there but because late snow patterns look like the word. Or so I'm told. There were no ducks).
We eventually rode down to Mammoth Lakes, where I said goodbye to faithful Punch (and some overly-affectionate pack mules. Our lunch was not in danger from the wild animals, just the domestic ones). Spent the night at a rustic lodge.
It was an amazing trip (albeit not one for the faint hearted or the unfit) and left me eager for even more adventures.
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