This was one of the pictures I'd never processed—me walking next to the main cairn.
I didn't really look that closely at it, apart from wondering whatever happened to the bag I was carrying since I don't remember it at all.
Then it occurred to me: Wait, who took this picture? I was there alone; the driver I'd hired for the afternoon was waiting for me outside the park. I realized that this wasn't me, this was some other woman with baggy jeans and a gray hoodie and a camera around her neck. (You can also see her off to the side in the previous picture of the cairn.) But I honestly thought it was a picture of me.
I found another picture from that day, obviously taken by the driver, and I was wearing a red jacket, not a gray one.
The jeans, alas, were just as unfortunate.
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