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Despite my personal willingness to suffer in order to avoid tourist hordes abroad, contrary to what some of my friends think I am not, by nature a mascochist. Here in Georgia I tend to do things like walk or hike in mornings or evenings. Especially if I have my family with me.
This morning we walked through the bog forests of Sandy Creek, slipping through the mud and down limbs from the two inches of rain that fell the night before. And it feel in a matter of minutes, great torrenting sheets of rain that caused flash floods in some places and overruns our storm windows to fill and leak into the house and they do when I forget to close them before a storm, which I inevitably do.
My children's first hike turned out to be wildly successful even without the precense of the much sought after turtle, which seems thus far, to be their favorite animal. Or maybe just their favorite animal word. It can be hard to say for sure when they like something and when they just like the word for something and when those to things are the same Korzibsky be damned.
In either case they both hiked about half a mile with almost no complaint, which strikes me as pretty good for being 22 months old.
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