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
Got up when it was light enough to see where I was going and got the heck off the mountain.
Night Sleep Time: 0.00
Nap Time: 0.00
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Comments
From jtshad on Sun, Jul 27, 2014 at 05:48:04 from 69.20.183.178
Glad to see you made it down safe. You are a crazy man!!!
From Steve on Sun, Jul 27, 2014 at 06:03:47 from 66.87.127.220
One of the worst nights of my life. As far as sleeping anyways.
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