Back
12 hours after departing Portland, we're back in Pocatello. Tired. Dovi's okay. Don isn't. Night.
Written by a practitioner of mathematics, philosophy, taiji, gluten-free cooking, chant, meditation, gardening, and renovation, with no particular end in mind. Were there an end, it would come too soon, and the Path would cease to Wander.
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