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Kenosha pass to Georgia Pass down Jefferson Creek and back up to Kenosha. Mmmm… That’s good!

There was something wrong with the sky again today. It must be a conspiracy or something. I didn’t think they made Blue in that color.

Ah, what’s that? Eh, it’s just the CT.

We mosied on up about and created our own Nature Valley Granola minute. Ok, so Heather Irmiger (aka Kelly Saunders) would have distracted from the view.

Don’t bother looking. It’s just some lousy old trail.

Hmm.. I made it into another picture.

It’s about this point that we picked up a fourth named Randy. A mighty climber that made us all look slow. He joined us for the remainder of the ride and I think we pushed his limits a little on Jefferson Creek.

We had many hours of dirty fun. Even with boat loads of climbing.

Sometimes, it even let us rip a few feet.

Gateway to fun.

I did say fun. Even some slimy fun.

The overlook. Are you looking?

A bit more climbing as things steepen just a tad.

Nothing says, "the journey is half way through" more than a high alpine meadow.

Whoa! What’s this? More singletrack.

Dang! I forgot my skis.

I love the Jefferson Creek trail. It makes climbing all the way up worth it!

Yes, there is a Jefferson Creek.

And flora.

Alas, we climb back out again and bid farewell to another year of the pass.