An extremely wet trek across the bog today in mid-February 2016, but the tumulus remains an awesome reward for the journey. Despite the fact I had to remove an empty bottle of someone else's port from the summit, loneliness and isolation remains the key to this burial mound's amazing power. I would camp one night upon the summit if I didn't have such reverence for the place.
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