Asher, Amy and I were soundly beaten back from Stanley hot springs yesterday by waist deep snow about a mile from the prize. After today's additional foot, I can't imagine getting in there until March, even with snowshoes. I sank to my chest with them on at one point, then decided to throw in the towel. Sigh.
Record snows I hear, the most in Moscow since 1996. I love a real winter.
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What a tramp it was though. Success in my American Adventure book.
Wait 'til Spring. If it's anything like '96, there's some serious flooding on the horizon. Bring It, I sez.
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