The last day of the the trip I hiked to the wreck of a B-24 that had crashed while on a training mission during the Second World War.

The trail was broken in places and I had to cross a marsh and then go through a thick patch of woods before I reached it.

There was aluminum scatted all over and it was possible to see where the fire from the crash had melted it into pools. All of the engines were still there, though some of the propellers had been cut off, while one could see how the trees had grown up since then.

Then I hiked back to camp and from there back to the trailhead and then home.

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