After two days of travel, I made it to Georgia. This whole state smells like it is deep fried.
I'm writing now from Amicalola State Park, just before the trail-head and am very tired. But hiking will begin first thing tomorrow morning. Hopefully, I am prepared.
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it's 50 ot degrees outside and i'm sitting in my cubicle, festering. you're giving hope to millions of young fans, log-man, beware the cliffside ignorance of lemmings.
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