Day 4: Henry and Mike G at Musselman Arch

Or should that be "Henry shoving Mike off Musselman Arch?" Pictures from this arch actually bought me some trouble from my wife on a past trip. My explanation that "it looked much worse than it was" as I rode my bike across didn't garner much agreement on the home front. Musselman marked the true end of solitude for us on the trail. We'd seen a smattering of people along the trail for a couple days, but from here on we'd have near constant company. Everybody loves a parade.