Notes
A trip back to Sycamore. Once again the work crews have (presumably) quickly removed many fallen trees and debris. There was still one large inconvenience that I had to go through the undergrowth and climb on logs to get around (pretty tame, though I did avoid the nearby spur trail). Then there was one waist-high log over the trail that I smoothly got over by way of putting my hand on the log and jumping. However, on my return trip, I tried throwing my legs over the opposite way and totally biffed that as apparently my muscle memory is completely asymmetrical.