By the time the fog burned off and I figured I better get out and enjoy the last of the sun, it was early afternoon. Too late for the mountains - the foothills will have to suffice. I wasn't even going to do a trip report, BUT ...
I found another balloon - a pink one, so old the writing was gone. Awhile ago, I made a promise to report them every time I find one to bring attention to the fact that they don't just disappear when you watch them float away. They usually land somewhere in the foothills; although I did find one halfway up Pilchuck once. We've all grown accustomed to seeing trash on the trails and logging roads, but the balloons really look out of place when I find them out in the woods. They last forever...
So if you don't want any more of these garbage trip reports, don't let your garbage float away.
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