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| This bright orb was not the sun but the unmuted, bright moon, as close to the earth as it will be for who knows how many years, its light shimmering on our canoe in the wild rugged BC ranch lands. Imagine the sounds of a great horned owl serenading. We came face to face with him the following morning. |
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| A cold night camping in BC. 20-something Fahrenheit or - 4 Celsius made for dew on our tent. |
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| Mar with fall foliage of aspens and cottonwoods. |
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| Buddies running together, being together, always together, that's the best thing in the world. |
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