We are hiking out the Pole Creek trail and heading to the famous photographers point. Our goal is island lake but I doubt we will make it.
Guy

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I once stood under the big top after a show and spoke with a trapeze artist. The tent had gone

I learned this rhythm on the plains. Not from a book or a seminar, but from watching people who did

There is a strange mercy in suffering. I resisted that sentence for a long time. I wanted my purpose to