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the occupation of Ashley and Levon

Goodbye, honey.  I’m going camping.

  At Max Patch in North Carolina, the Appalachian trail crosses the gravel access road at about .8 mile from the top.  We didn’t mean to be, but we became the Max Patch Waffle House for thru hikers.  With our pop up tents, cast iron skillet, and water from a five gallon thermos, we supplied luxuries like bacon, cobbler, and even salad with strawberry shortcake.

Eventually we reached the .8 mile summit.  There was a shortcut but we didn’t take it.

Then Knox did a rain dance.

For two days it rained.  It’s still raining today.

 I’m home.  Honey?

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