fishing in the wind...
My not so grand, Grand Canyon adventure.
I wake up to the sound of wind and grauple snow hitting the fly of my borrowed tent. At one point during the night I had awoken to the tent body nearly touching my face. Needless to day its been a windy and cold night and Im reluctant to leave the bag. Finally after procrastinating for 45 minutes...
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I wake up to the sound of wind and grauple snow hitting the fly of my borrowed tent. At one point during the night I had awoken to the tent body nearly touching my face. Needless to day its been a windy and cold night and Im reluctant to leave the bag. Finally after procrastinating for 45 minutes...
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Thoughts from the road...
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