August 10

Heading 75 miles into park to stay in an old ranger patrol cabin on the Thorofare River alone for a few days. Until then.

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matty lite said…
For some reason I read "Thorofare River" as "Toblerone River." Just thought you'd like to know that.
August 10, 2009 at 12:46 PM
ap said…
Toblerone River sounds like the uppity version of big rock candy mountain. Little streams of Perignon come trickling down the rocks. You never need to have the maid iron your socks. I could keep going, but maybe it's best just to stop right there...
August 13, 2009 at 9:28 AM
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