The contest was so close that I threw in the towel of logic to counter balance the full moon. Nip and tuck, so to speak. My secret plan of living in a truck might not make sense when fuel costs were about four times what they were in my twenties. It would make a perfect hunting cabin, but I don't hunt in my front yard.It appeared to me that it was time to ramp up my learning curve and demolish my aversion to staying in motels. True, it is a lot more conventional, but also leaves a smaller footprint on the budget, as well as the landscape. Propelling myself forward, the plan this week is to go to Taquammenon Falls in the Upper Peninsula, take some pictures, and spend the night in a motel.
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