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Morning:
Ah, the great out doors! Fresh air, beautiful vistas, tropical climate. I think I'll just leave all of my clothes in the truck and hike 15 kilometers to the national wildlife preserve. 10 degrees this morning I had no idea the autumns up here were so temperate. I can only imagine the warm and serene evenings under the stars with the campfire crackling, the venison sausages roasting, the distant howl of the odd coyote under the majestic halo of the moon. It'll be swell.