-- I wandered lonely as a cloud That floats on high o'er vales and hills, When all at once I saw a crowd, A host, of golden daffodils; Beside the
!@#$%^&*&^%$#@!
Nupe. I somehow missed a hard 90° left turn of the trail, tromped through woods in a wrong direction, heard cars, had a glimpse of highway at eye level, bushwhacked up through tall brush, and emerged onto the hot pavement of PA42 about a mile from the Conservancy entrance. Maggie got pretty hot too.
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