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
From Rob Murphy on Wed, Oct 06, 2010 at 14:36:44 from 205.127.70.66
Did you move to Louisiana and not tell anyone?
From Steve on Sun, Oct 10, 2010 at 11:35:02 from 173.126.132.5
Seems like it! We lost an engine and had to divert to Loiusiana. The company asked if I would stay through the engine swap and I said sure. Now it's just hanging out and waiting!
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