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Category Archives: Ripping Red
Day Seven: To Fuel, Or Not To Fuel? That Is The Question.
We’ve been lucky the last few days, blessed with clear, warm days. Overnight however has been a substantially different story, especially last night when the temperature dipped to close to freezing, seeing us again pile the blankets high atop us, … Continue reading
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Day Six: I (Lake) Hart This Place.
Our plan of a sleep in was struck with a bout of misfortune this morning when Bethany decided at the ripe hour of 8:00AM that her bladder wasn’t going to hold out any longer. Taking her for a quick walk … Continue reading
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Day Five: Today Flu By.
Before you begin to partake in todays activities with us, I must ask you to gently grasp your nose between your forefinger and your thumb. Now read along, out loud and you will get some kind of indication as to … Continue reading
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Day Four: No Adversity A Boring Story Does Make.
I conjecture that it would have been a beautiful sunny morning this morning, gauging by the climate when we eventually rolled from bed at a bit later than 10:00AM after a delightful and much needed sleep in. Our itinerary called … Continue reading
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Day Three: Another Wheely Tyreing Day On The Road.
We drifted off to sleep rather early last night to the omnipresent patter of raindrops thumping rhythmically against the tin cladding of the van. It is an almost hypnotizing sound, although we had hoped to escape the cold and rain … Continue reading
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