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In the Footsteps of Jack Kerouac on Matterhorn Peak, by Thomas Becker about me
| The third time I went was in 2001. I went with a friend who is an experienced outdoorsman, and not one of the timid kind, as evidenced by the fact that most of his stories begin with something like, "Everything went really well until I dislocated my knee." On this particular occasion, we took his dog Piton along, a tough and good-humored fellow who had a blast sniffing every shrub along the way. Eventually, however, the sharp rock of Sawtooth Ridge turned out to be more than what his poor paws could handle, and we had to turn around before we even got to the lake. |
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