The sound of footsteps woke me up; it was early morning, dawn had not broken. I couldn't see who/what it was as I had the tarp over the hammock to shield me from the nights' rain. I lay motionless. I could feel my knife on my right hip, my can of wasp spray above my...
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Classic Pesto
There is a farmers market on the outskirts of Atlanta, called Your Dekalb Farmers Market, and I am a huge fan of farmers markets. I love the fresh organic produce and baked goods, but this place blew me away. You will spend at least an hour browsing the enormous meat/seafood section and discover meats...
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The Small Towns of Montana
Bannack Bench Road north dead-ends into Hwy 278. I turned left onto Hwy 278 and continued north through the small town of Jackson onto Wisdom, MT, where I turned left, again, onto Hwy 43. I followed Hwy 43, heading northwest. I hadn't a clue where I was going to pitch my tent or hang my...
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Gone, but not forgotten
I traveled North on the dusty and desolate Bannack Bench Road, and I was beginning to believe Montana didn't have many paved roads. Several miles of driving took me past a cow, on the wrong side of the fence, who had (like two minutes earlier,) given birth. I wanted to stop and take a few...
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