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Oh no, not again . . . another close call.

Walking the road in the morning light with Bridget and Spike, I decide to call this camp “Ash Fork Fields.” I look for flowers and find none.  Unlike previous camps, the rocks here are uninteresting, dark and dull.  Soft, gray-brown … Continue reading

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