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There's a cave below! Standing on the edge of any unrestrained height over gives me a shaky, gut-churning feeling. It’s not so much the height that bothers me (I love roller coasters); it’s the fear of falling. My legs freeze up, and I think, go back to safety! Getting ready to paddle Lake Abanakee. Why is it that sometimes we willingly make life hard on ourselves? Despite the ease that GPS provides, I just won’t get one. I prefer the now-archaic act of jotting down or printing out directions. When I encounter roadblocks, construction, or lose my way, I use good old-fashioned intuition or ask for directions. Arriving [...] |
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