A Strange Post
I set up my tent in my living room. I rolled out the air mattress and placed it inside. I checked it out, looking at the ceiling of the tent. It brought back some great memories. The last time I laid in this, I was at the bottom of the Grand Canyon after an arduous hike. I and a friend had departed the Bill Hall trail off the north rim, descended through Surprise Valley, made it to Thunder River, kept descending via Tapeat's Creek, reached the Colorado River, decided we had daylight to continue on to Deer Creek Narrows. The problem was both soles of my boots had come off. We bound then, loosely with tape. The fatigue set in as each step forward brought debris from the trail. It became dark, taking a step forward, a snake slithered between my legs but I was so tired, it didn't bother me. At some point, it began to rain which it rarely reaches the bottom of the canyon. We plodded on, reached a ridge and below us was Deer Creek Narrows. We set up our tents. I don't remember what I ate but I distinctly remember going into my tent, without a rain fly, laying there with rain dripping through and quickly falling asleep. Yeah, a great memory and maybe more to come in my tent,
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