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Looked pretty rad through the binos |
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Neon jetsam |
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Same view, different lighting |
I can't think of anything better to do at 9:50 pm on a full-moon night than hike up Parrotbill Mountain, slightly buzzed. Amadeus and I braved crisp winds and dodged bolting deer on the way up, our path lit by perfect blue moonlight. It was a listen-to-the-wind-rush-through-the-pines, frozen-lips(wips) kind of hike. It's been decided that we must do something awesome on the night of every full moon. Sounds like a plan. I smell fireworks in the future. High five!
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