Got to go on the annual hut trip with friends new and old. We had a good crew but sorely missed the Rices (both sides of the family) and Tim. Skinned into Sangree Froelicher Hut. It's "only" 3 miles so we loaded ourselves down quite heavily and I certainly suffered for it. Sangree was a staff sergeant in WWII; he led his battalion even though he was wounded and bleeding. He managed to secure a victory, take prisoners, and knock out an artillery station all on his own before receiving a fatal gunshot. His family and the 10th Mountain Division built a hut to honor him. What a way to be remembered, at the foot of Buckeye Peak, surrounded by quiet wildness. We did our best to do him right.
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