Chris And The Narrator Must Struggle Their Way Down Through Dense Underbrush!

….“ I don’t suppose that sounds like the old days to Chris either. I spook very easily these days, and am not ashamed to admit it. He [Phaedrus} never spooked at anything. Never. That’s the difference between us. That’s why I’m alive and he’s not. If he’s up there, some psychic entity, some ghost, some Doppelgänger waiting up there for us in God knows what fashion . . . well, he’s going to have to wait a long time. A very long time.
…..These damned heights get eerie after a while. I want to go down, way down; far, far down.
….To the ocean. That sounds right. Where the waves roll in slowly and there’s always a roar and you can’t fall anywhere. You’re already there.
…. Now we enter the trees again, and the sight of the mountaintop is obscured by their branches and I’m glad. ”

…[skip over seven pages where Narrator says now finished with Phaedrus high level ideal ideas, and starts on his own development of low level, down-to-earth Quality. ]

“ …. From here on it looks like a slow descent. This slope has evidently been logged and there’s a lot of underbrush higher than our heads that makes it slow going. We’ll have to work our way around it.“

On The Way Down To Hyalite Creek, Gallatin National Forest, MT. Note several more trail location clues.
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(Photo = IMG_0096 Resize1000x1333 ...... ZMM Page = 230 & 231 ...... Photo simulate WayPt = N+C 26 9020ft = 9.0 mi fm DeWeese.)