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Nash The access road to the trail head for the Devil’s Den was still closed due to the spring mud, and even some lingering snow and ice at higher elevations, but I used the four-wheel drive in my Jeep to ease around the barricade and slowly climb up the mountain side, following the tracks left by some four-wheelers. I drove until the mud became thicker, and getting the Jeep stuck was became a real possibility. I parked it in an area that was still fairly firm and solid, grabbed my backpack and the map, and started on foot. I followed the dirt road and did my best not to leave footprints behind, but it was nearly impossible as my boots squelched in the mud underfoot. Devil’s Den, much like the small caves that Daphne had described to me on the other trail, was a small natural cave that