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Published: September 7th 2008
Arriving at the south shore of Lake McDonald in the early evening, I stood up on the rocks and felt the air getting moister and colder. The mountains were reflected in the water, boats were coming back to a tiny marina and fishermen were keeping hope as they swished their rods in a few more attempts to catch that big fish before retiring to the lodge. I took my boots off and shivered as I lowered ...
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John
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Seriously, stop with the walks!
I know! I've finally read it, only a month behind or so! You better keep this updated in Brazil! :)