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i went camping at sand point this weekend with dave. we had a really nice time. it was supposed to rain the whole time, we hiked 6+ miles, and i was scared shitless of the bears and raccoons.. i saw a bear about to thwomp a llama on the drive in (seriously), but luckily none at the campsite. i did see 4 bald eagles, and put my feet in the pacific ocean. i was disappointed that we didn't get a proper sunset, as it was pretty cloudy, but it was beautiful, restful, and really nice. all i could think about during the hike was, "thank god i stopped smoking." according to my quit smoking widget on my dashboard, today is day 23. of course, there have been fumbles along the way, but not too many. it's mostly when i drink that i stumble and have a few puffs. but whatever, i'm human. pictures of the camping trip soon... as soon as i photoshop out the giant hunks of dust that were on my sensor that are super visible at f16. you should camp here if you have the chance: http://www.nps.gov/archive/olym/wic/coast.htm
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"Even now, all possible feelings do not yet exist. There are still those that lie beyond our capacity and our imagination. From time to time, when a piece of music no one has ever written, or a painting no one has ever painted, or something else impossible to predict, fathom, or yet describe takes place, a new feeling enters the world. And then, for the millionth time in the history of feeling, the heart surges, and absorbs the impact."
-Nicole Krauss, The History of Love
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