As the twilight of nightfall approaches on Devil’s Path in the Catskills region of New York State, our voices echoed into the densely rich forest.
“Kyle! Kyle!!”, we screamed.
Suddenly, my portly hiking companion Ron abruptly motioned towards some thick mossy underbrush about 100 feet below us. With adrenaline rushing through…
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