Midnight Mud

In the wee hours, Ron and I negotiated a string of mud holes up north, 2012.DSCN0152rLife moves forward, I ended up for a brief time with a girlfriend, parents failed then died, Ron sold his truck. Not sure if he still reads this blog, but once I’m done with my professional objectives and begin to adventure again, maybe I’ll see if he’s got wheels. He was a man of many talents.

Camp at 02:00. We’d squeezed into a tiny hole in the forest. Ron attaches a tarp.DSCN0152ya

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