Ales, Tales, Trails and Travails
Desperate Tales Of a Freezing Cold Northern Gentleman
Friday, June 17, 2005
Need I say more
Have mercy on my soul...
As my fingers tap out the words with anything but precision, both of my tent-mates are sawing logs like there was no tomorrow.
I envision a night of insomnia and a morning of Advil.
I couldn't be happier...
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