Saturday, March 1, 2008

Crossing Spout Run


Everytime we stopped to rest the sweat I was cloaked in began to chill me in time with the relentless wind. In the early stages of hypothermia my view of my surroundings began to dissolve, but then a long swig of gatorade made everything ok.
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  1. KevinMarch 1, 2008 at 5:32 PM

    look at my belly hanging over!!!!

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  2. KevinMarch 3, 2008 at 7:27 PM

    And why's my head look so messed up? And what's that eye-shaped bubble I'm floating in? Waaaaaiiit a minute. . .

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  3. TomMarch 4, 2008 at 2:49 PM

    Lay off the acid kid. The picture's fine.

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