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
Off day. The kids and I hiked Prov Canyon and got cool pictures of deer. Both dead and alive.
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Comments
From Rob Murphy on Sun, Mar 25, 2012 at 18:20:03 from 76.27.122.13
Nice, descriptive blog post. I almost feel like I was there with you.
From Steve on Mon, Mar 26, 2012 at 15:29:13 from 198.60.8.33
Yeah, that post was supposed to be a zero.
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