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Paul pulled into the carpark at Round Mountain. Lauren was already lacing her boots.
“We’re setting off as soon as we can,” Paul said.
“I thought this track had huts. Why can’t we stay in those and save the hassle of setting up tents?” Lauren said.
“Wait until you see them. Then you can decide.” Paul grinned. Once Lauren saw the corrugated shack with the smoke of ten thousand fires ingrained into the walls, she’d have her tent up in a jiffy. The huts were only for emergency use and although the weekend promised to be cold overnight, no snow was predicted.
Paul checked the ground for anything they might have dropped and locked the car. Then he picked up his pack and followed the others. The pack was heavy on Paul’s shoulders. Everyone was carrying a portion of their tents, the food,
