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My mule, Wyatt, tried to kill me many times on the way down. He headed towards low tree branches, scraped me against cliff walls and tried to shake me off. Now that we arrived at Phantom Ranch, I was willing to forgive and forget and had a piece of apple to give as a peace offering.
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