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April 29, 2001 Timothy Lake, Mount Hood national forest, Oregon The thick fog made it feel like they were trapped in silence as they hiked the trail. It was not only that no one spoke. There were no birdcalls or wind, nor was there any sound of creeks or any kind of stream. Even the footsteps of the six men hiking up the lonely trail seemed to make no noise. The fog was thick and the sky overcast, making it seem like it was early in the morning though it was, in fact, mid-afternoon. Though it was late in the spring, the air was still quite chilly due to the elevation. The silence, in combination with the lack of visibility, made everyone in the group apprehensive. They were used to marching through the steamy Congo forests that teamed with life. These mountains seemed like a land of spirits and of the dead. They walked slowly all glancing
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