I was starting to wonder if I was ever going to make it out to the mountains before spring ended. We got our chance on May 16, 2015 when our cousin from Toronto came to visit. 101 more words
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“Are you familiar with the area?” the older gentleman asked.
“Yes I am” I replied, “How can I help you?”
“Do you know how I can get to the confluence of Nancy Brook and the Saco River?” I thought for a moment of poor Nancy Barton, a classic New England tale of love, betrayal and hypothermia. 2,593 more words
Three days and two nights. That was the plan for Tayrona. So the three days packed in our daypacks and the rest left in Santa Marta…. 823 more words