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Published: July 27th 2006
I’m lying in my tent. Alone. Lonely. It’s not even dark yet but it’s kind of chilly outside and I don’t have the energy or the motivation to start a fire. It’s 2055. I am homesick. Well, not so much sick for my home (I’m not), but sick for my family. It will be nice to arrive in California and see Shay, then a week later, Kelci is moving out there. I arrived at Yellowstone yest...
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drruth
ruth blackburn dvm
what are the poles, you ask?
The poles are to guide the snowplow operators. And yes, the snow can get pretty deep. We live in the area.