Smell the dirt, feel the mountain, taste the wind.
Personal:
"Our legs are tight, our feet are flying, and we are gliding over the roll of the land. The sun is up, the air is fresh, the stone is old, and we are free and at peace. The clock has stopped because another time has taken over." C. Bowden
Skied the Wellsville mountain ridgeline right at sunset on a perfect day. Dropped my son off in the morning for his flight to Mexico City. He's attempting a climb up Mexico's highest peak and then flying to Columbia to climb the highest there. Killing me to not go with him but I have this irritating thing called work.
Night Sleep Time: 0.00
Nap Time: 0.00
Total Sleep Time: 0.00
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Comments
From Rob Murphy on Fri, Jan 01, 2016 at 20:39:10 from 24.10.247.181
I bussed tables at the Dunedin Country Club during my winter breaks. :-(
From Steve on Sun, Jan 03, 2016 at 10:07:11 from 66.87.103.211
I didn't get a single break either through college. I probably wouldn't have had the guts to do what he is doing though either. He flew standby and is staying in hostels
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