We arrived at the Berkshires last night, exhausted by a grueling non-stop drive. Our camp was pitched at October Mountain State Park, and this is the sight we woke to this morning.
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We arrived at the Berkshires last night, exhausted by a grueling non-stop drive. Our camp was pitched at October Mountain State Park, and this is the sight we woke to this morning.
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The moon rose a blood-red scimitar over the Ohio turnpike.
Last night, I experienced a taste of hell. An attempt to install a hitch on my minivan left me oily, rusty, and mosquito bitten, with only two broken rusty bolts to show for my trouble.