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You Mean You’re Not Actually Homeless?
Leaving Stevenson, I was determined to not have to walk back to the Bridge of the Gods. Sure, I had walked in from there, but I had been desperate, exhausted, and soaked to the bone. Read more
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The Steep, Snowy Line Between Bravery and Stupidity
I awoke along the shoreline of Ginette Lake to the shrill bugling of a medium sized bull elk and the low grumbling of my stomach. Yep. I definitely shouldn’t have eaten those old biscuits and Read more
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A Little Too Close For Comfort
As I entered the trees, I realized how wet it truly was out there. Sure, the quick jaunt down the road, between the hotel and the trailhead (a distance of less than half a mile), Read more