Author: snowpackjack
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Cape Cod: Race Point
Jack trudged through the deep sand. The Atlantic roared to his right, tall green salty waves crashing on the beach.
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Awake in Ireland
It was the lack of movement that awakened me. The driver pulled over for a photo opportunity, and I was glad to be roused for it.
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The Mountains That We Climb
I don’t like hard work. If I had my way, I would never work hard again.
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An Unmapped Route: A Hiker's Blog 