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A mountain is the best medicine for a troubled mind. Seldom does man ponder his own insignificance. He thinks he is master of all things. He thinks the world is his without bonds. Nothing could be farther from the truth. Only when he tramps the mountains alone, communing with nature, observing other insignificant creatures about him, to come and go as he will, does he awaken to his own short-lived presence on earth
Do the Trans-America Trail by dirt bike.
5,000 miles of dirt track in remote wilderness areas of North America.
This is the kind of bed I need
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