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through a frigid landscape On the drive to pick up and deliver various pieces of equipment: With around 112 miles down, and 15 to go, I spied this cat: They say the temps were in the negative teens, with wind chills of 35-40 below. But if you could find a place in the sun, and out of the wind... apparently it wasn't too bad. And then... there was the drive home. Oh, and the equipment I drove all that distance to fetch? A complete waste of time. |
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