Breaking Point

A shaking on my shoulder brought my eyes open an hour or so later, still crouching against the wall, the pricks of pain in my feet telling me they were asleep. Leaving the backdoor of the hardware store where we’d spent the past few hours, a new day brought familiar streets, with more miles to tread.

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Thunder Mountain II

Bane of Existence Other times, my challenge was with Mother Nature. I came to recognize poison oak and poison ivy…

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Thunder Mountain I

Freedom to Wander At times, the independence and freedom of the mountain came with a cost. Hiking had become my…

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