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Published: February 26th 2009
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The tree top platform was, as I'd anticipated, a disaster. I lay awake half the night listening to every creak, groan and crack of each branch as the heavy rains pelted the tree and rocked my unstable refuge. I awoke the next morning groggy and bleary eyed surveying the river running through my tent, the river that I was sitting in. Some 'shelter' I thought. The rain had all but collapsed the t...
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