It was the waterfall after the horse trail before I broke down. The last of the 35mm because even the dry bag will get wet. It was the one thing I did right as a parent, and it was so wrong.
But tonight he calls. They're out of the woods in Missouri. The shoes worked until all the rain and he changed into the sandals. The rock formations. He loved the rocks. He won't take that food again, and he doesn't know if she'll go again. But yes, for one man, he's got much of it worked out.
Today I am grateful for the mercy of Tom Waits', I mean Mark Twain's National Forest.
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