Thursday, August 18, 2005


I knew he was the man for me when we spent four days together in a car touring California's Redwood Hwy. No vortex was too small for us, no chainsaw-carved redwood statues of Bigfoot and black bears too hokey. All the campgrounds were closed for the season so we slept on back roads and ate breakfast in greasy spoons. True love found off-season.

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