As a lifelong night owl I can relate to odd hours, feeling bright-eyed dusk to dawn and greeting both whilst missing mid-day entirely isn't conducive to a social life. Might be wonderful under calm clear skies on a portage free trip.
The bbq chicken wouldn't have made it to the Manic put-in, and would've made for greasy steering wheel fun.
The bbq chicken wouldn't have made it to the Manic put-in, and would've made for greasy steering wheel fun.
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