Last night at Lake Morena a million years, I used, cuddled in my Copper Spur palace, in my cocoon amongst the ocean of Zpacks. I didn’t wake up until the howling of coyotes, as well as the ruffling of turkey feathers. Sound that it seems certain that somebody has been consumed.
I woke generally optimistic, albeit a bit tender. A surprising quantity of condensation gathered overnight, and I was happy to have a double-wall tent to protect me from the dampness. …

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