Another day another near death experience. Today: Hypothermia.
Ok maybe near death may be a little blown out of
proportion, but lets review: Car wreck, Snow Storm, Ice Storm, Earthquake, and
Hurracine speed winds. And thats all within 3 weeks. Somebody is out to get
me.
Ok maybe near death may be a little blown out of
proportion, but lets review: Car wreck, Snow Storm, Ice Storm, Earthquake, and
Hurracine speed winds. And thats all within 3 weeks. Somebody is out to get
me.
As you may remember today was really the main reason why I lugged all that photo equipment half way around the world. At one point while I was in New Zealand I contemplated sending it back home. My mother convinced that the minute I didn't have it was exactly when I would want it. So out of fear I deceived to hold onto it.
The plan was that I would catch the train up to the Blue Mountains arriving there at about noon and hiking my way through wherever Simon had decided. This was really could be a once in a lifetime thing so I was going to make sure that I did it. I had packed all my photo equipment onto my larger backpack and strapped the tripod onto that. Although the train station was just around the corner, with my duffle back which weighed about 25 Kilos and my pack that weighed another 10 I decided to take a cab the one kilometer distance. It took a little while to get a cab, after all this wasn't the best fare for them. After I found a cab who managed to make the short drive last as long as possible, I arrived at the station.
Having never been on a commuter train this was new or me. I have been on many a subway, and a few cross country trains but never the equivalent of a combination of the two. This would explain why, when I asked the information desk what I do with my heavy bag, and he looked at me so strangely. He said just take it on the train. Ohhhhh! Makes sense. So looking like wandering nomad I trudged through all the businessmen with briefcases maybe the occasion roller-bag, with my huge duffle and a backpack. At times they almost had to dive aout of the way to avoid being knocked over from my wide berth. After figuring out which train I was on and when exactly it was leaving (because even if the doors are open you can't get on until they say so) I hopped on board, placed the duffel in the seat facing towards me and backpack next to me propped my feet up and settled in.
With the thanks to my iPod and a little nap the hour long train ride went by in no time flat. Sydney has an incredibly european feel to the countryside as well as the city center. I found the outskirts to be really interesting. Yes they were suburban sprawl, but in these suburbs there where huge churches and beautiful old Victorian buildings spotting the country side. Once we started making our way up into the Blue Mountains the sites became more beautiful. I think the last time I was here I didn't appreciate it anywhere near as much. I think part of that is the experience of adventure, and doing it on my own, but also because I was seeing it from a train versus the inside of a bus. That may seem no different from the other, but there is something more romantic about a train, and a train tends to get a way from the road on occasion. Also it was an incredibly beautiful day.
I arrived at the ________ bath station and within about two minutes Simon was there to pick me up. We stopped at a grocery store for me to pick up a bottle of water, and then we headed down a road that looked out on the Blue Mountains. After about five or ten minutes of driving we stopped at our entry point to the hike. From the trail head there was no real way to tell what lay ahead. I unloaded some unneccessay items out of my bag, and left them with Simon's girlfriend. We then started our trek.
The mountain vegetation, or the Bush I guess I should call it, was incredibly thick. But there was a definate beauty to the whole area.
We continued down this path until we came to a small mountain stream. I thought it was pretty nice, but it wasn't until Simon pointed out to the right, between two large boulders was a pathway back to an beautiful little waterfall. It was positioned that if you were just focus on the path ahead, you would probably walk right by it. We hopped precariously over a few stones, and around boulders and made out way back to the bottom of the waterfall where we set up the tripods and cameras. Simon being a much more experienced photographer I took many of my set up cues from him. But after taking about seven shots and changing film, filters, and positions, I think we ended up spending about 45 mintues at this one waterfall.
We headed back to the path, but rather than getting back onto the path, we walked down the river bed, which was essentially boulder hopping. Tucked away around a corner that no one would ever see or hear was another waterfall that was much smaller put very pretty.
We got back on the path and in no time Simon had me off the path and traversing through a canyon that had been formed over thousands of years of this now small rivers path. Once again Simon had showed me a beautiful drop-off looking down from the top of this waterfall. Looking back I was able to take picture of the path we just came down.
We headed back to path and continued down into the Megalong Valley. The Megalong is just what it sounds like. It is a beautiful valley that goes as long as the eye can see. Within the valley there is not one house, home, or town. One can go on week long treks though the valley, however unlike the country of New Zealand there are plenty of things that can kill you in Australia, from snakes to spiders and many things in between. Simon told me about an urban legend that underneath some part of the Megalong Valley is a US/Australian military base where covert ops and area 54 kinds stuff takes place. He told me of one guy who went out with a group of folk camping in the Megalong, and in the middle of the night when they went to sleep they could hear the muffled sounds of machinery emitting from the valley floor when they went to bed. There have also been reports of lots of UFO activity in the Megalong Valley. It really isn't that hard to believe when you see the expansive space.
We continued down into the valley floor. Along the way we passed many small mountain springs, and tiny waterfalls. the amazing thing was that over 100 years ago, some poor workers had to cut through this think bush on their way to making paths down to the fresh water. Much of the path we were on today still showed signs of those mens work in making the path.
We we slowly following a the path of this stream when we stopped to take a picture of a beautiful waterfal cascading right along the path. Simon pointed out an angel where he had gotten many great shots before, and I attempted to replicate the same angle. Due to the positioning of the tripod to the water I was constantly having to wipe water off the lense. The base of the waterfall was about ten feet away but it still was not enough distance to avoid the spray from the water hitting the rock base. I would have little time to take the picture so I covered the lense with my hat, and wiped the lense dry with lense paper one last time. I quickly shoved the lense paper in my pocket lifted the hat, and took the picture. I won't know wether or not the picture has come out until I pick up my photos in Sydney on my way out of the country.
We headed down another short distance until we we at the base of another incredible waterfall. This was probably the largest of the ones we had seen up to this point it was beautiful and I began to set up to capture the beauty of this scene.
And thats when it happened.
I noticed that there was still a little bit of water on lens from the previous waterfall. I reached for my back pocket where I had kept my lens paper, but it wasn't there. Then I remembered hastily putting it in my front right pocket. I fished in my pocket grabbed it and quickly pulled it out. What I had forgotten was that all my money that I received when I cashed four hundred dollars in travelers check the day before was also in that same pocket. As I pulled out the paper all the money came out with it. And just to my luck it fell right into a small, maybe six inch wide stream that was a by my foot. The money hit the water and was gone, racing away from me, down the stream with such speed that I could have never caught it. It took all of about 3 seconds to race down the stream and over the next small waterfall. About 20 dollars taunted me by swirling around for about 5 seconds until I started to case after it, then quickly went over the falls.
My cat like reflexes left me staring at the waterfall for about 5 seconds not moving, then looking up to Simon about 40 feet away who missed the whole thing. I whistled once to get his attention, but he couldn't hear me, then I whistled again louder. He turned and I told screamed that I had lost all my money down stream. At first he couldn't hear me due to begin so much closer to the falls, but with the help of some impromptu charades he got the message. When I turned to look back at crime scene I realized the next small waterfall went into a placid still water pool. I quickly thought that maybe some of the money may be at the bottom of that falls. As fast as I could muster I pulled off my boots, then socks and started running down the path around the side of waterfall and back towards the pool.
The first lesson of this experience came to me quickly. That is, if you think that boots are slippery on moss covered rock, they are no where near as slick as skin. The minute I tried to traverse down a riverbed rock with no shoes on I slipped twisted my ancle and nailed my knee on another rock. After that graceful approach I finally made my way into pool where I last saw my money. The rock I was standing on was quite small and only allowed me see where some of the money was. Using a stick that Simon threw me I was able to fish out $110. I noticed that a small log was holding a tree branch right up against the bottom of the waterfall. Simon from the top of the waterfall said he could see some money in the branch. The branch being completely out of reach from my little rock in the middle of the pool left me with only one thing left to do.
Off came the pants. And in to the pool went Peter.
It did not take me long to realize the temperature at which its too cold for fish life to sustain itself. This was by far the coldest water I have ever purposely been in. I have gone swimming in British Columbia, Maine, New Hampshire, and Siberia to name a few. This was colder. Luckily for Simon the left side of the pool was shallow enough for me to keep my boxers on. I slowly waded along the left side of the pool knowing that it went any further to the right that I would have a serious dry clothing problem. In fact seeing that bottom of the pool was the same algae covered rock that I slipped on just moment ago, I had completely concentrate on footing first and money second. I made my way the log, dislodged it and pulled out the tree branch. Within less than a second the whole pool began to fill with Australian currency. In fact the excitement of my money had to tempered due to the balancing act between retrieval and going up to my neck in mountain stream water. By the time I retrieved all the money I could see and tried to fish for some that I couldn't see I had reached the point where my body temperature had enough. Not having pockets, I bit down on the money, now needing both hands to get back to the island in the stream.
(What the pool looked like after I got out. The branch is at the bottom and log is at the top of the photo)
Before I hoped in the pool I had taken off my sweater. When i made it back to the rock, I used the sweater as a towel. It was at this point I noticed the lovely shade of pink that my feet, and legs had become. Keeping in mind that the air temperature in the sun was about 55 degrees, it was quite a bit colder in the shade of the canyon. It was a very good thing that I had brought a long a fleece coat to replace my now wet sweater. The funny thing about this experiance that Simon couldn't understand was why the whole time that I was in the water I had a big smile on my face and was laughing, the truth was this was just par for the course. I was getting used to these kinda things.
Once I made my way, this time very slowly, back up to the tripod and medium format camera, I was ready to start taking pictures again. The fact that I had recovered the majority of the money made the experience nothing more than another good story for the journal. Yes my ankle hurt, and one toe and my knee cap were bleeding but other than that I got through it without any major damage.
I put my pants back on, then the socks, and then the boots. I grabbed my tripod and medium format camera and made my way up to where Simon was taking pictures before I went for my swim. This was another beautiful waterfall.
The day carried on and we trekked around slowly making our way out of the valley, along the rock face which drops off into the valley, and eventually making our way out by about 5 o'clock that after noon. By the time we were done, my legs we completely exhausted. Simon's girlfriend picked us up just above one of the major waterfalls of the area.
These are more pictures from the day:
There really is no justice done by these digital photos of the area I just hope that the pictures from my Mamiya Medium Format camera can convey some of the beauty that was really there.
Simon and his girlfriend dropped me off at the local train station. I had just missed the train and had to wait an hour for the next one, so I went up to a Mexican restaurant that had just opened according to its sign. I was a little apprehensive to eat Mexican food in a small country town an hour outside of Sydney Australia, but I was also so tired that I didn't have the strength to go looking for dinner for anywhere else. Keep in mind I now had my duffle bag with me again. As I ordered I heard the cook in the back talking with an American accent. As it turned out he had worked the Sydney olympics and stayed. He was quite a character having lived in Alaska, Canada, California, Colorado, and get this.... getting his cooking degree in Charleston South Carolina at Johnston and Wales. He just opened the restaurant, and was still having to work out a few kinks. According to him he couldn't find many of the ingredients to make genuine mexican food, but I couldn't tell. In fact it had been so long since I had a margarita, that his tasted like the best one I have ever had.
I finished up there and caught the next train to Sydney. Of course this trip couldn't go without a little drama. I struck up a conversation with a mother and daughter from New Zealand. I was telling them about my car accident in Wellington and the wonderful police when the train security came up to me and started giving me a hard time. I had made the mistake of putting my feet up on the chair in front of me, not knowing that its a offence punishable by fine. The officer came up to me and said, and I quote, " I know you are on holiday, but in Australia what you are doing can get you in trouble and fined" at first I assumed by his tone that I was doing something very wrong. I sat strait up, more out of concern than knowing what he was talking about, and when I put my feet on the floor. He just said, "thats better." So when it clicked and the recognition of what I had done must have come across my face, he just turned and pointed at a stick man drawing about two inches by two inches of man who looked to be lying on the floor, I guess the seat was implyed. In fact I had to get up to go see what the stick man was doing even then it wasnt clear. But he left the car, and moved on to the next or so I thought. As I was talking to the ladies a girl came storming through the cabin, very quickly behind was the train security screaming at her then grabbing her shirt. Over the next fifteen minutes this security guard harassed, interrogated, and threatened these two teenagers, and for what... one of them got on the train without a ticket. A little power hungry perhaps?
Well as it turns out the mother and young girl were on holiday as well. I found out that the mother and her husband ran fly-fishing and hunting lodge in Taupo New Zealand. I promised that if I extended my trip or, came back to New Zealand any time soon that I would make sure to come to their lodge.
I arrived into Sydney about about 8pm. I hopped on another train to the airport, with the idea that I could use the information desk at the airport to find a place to stay near by. That is exactly what I did too. Unfortunately all the hotels were booked solid, and I ended up in a low rent motel that wasn't that low rent. When I got there the TV didn't work, and the phone wouldn't dial out. But by that point I was so tired I was like the walking dead. After I placed my money on the counter to dry, I was out cold in no time.
As you may remember today was really the main reason why I lugged all that photo equipment half way around the world. At one point while I was in New Zealand I contemplated sending it back home. My mother convinced that the minute I didn't have it was exactly when I would want it. So out of fear I deceived to hold onto it.
The plan was that I would catch the train up to the Blue Mountains arriving there at about noon and hiking my way through wherever Simon had decided. This was really could be a once in a lifetime thing so I was going to make sure that I did it. I had packed all my photo equipment onto my larger backpack and strapped the tripod onto that. Although the train station was just around the corner, with my duffle back which weighed about 25 Kilos and my pack that weighed another 10 I decided to take a cab the one kilometer distance. It took a little while to get a cab, after all this wasn't the best fare for them. After I found a cab who managed to make the short drive last as long as possible, I arrived at the station.
Having never been on a commuter train this was new or me. I have been on many a subway, and a few cross country trains but never the equivalent of a combination of the two. This would explain why, when I asked the information desk what I do with my heavy bag, and he looked at me so strangely. He said just take it on the train. Ohhhhh! Makes sense. So looking like wandering nomad I trudged through all the businessmen with briefcases maybe the occasion roller-bag, with my huge duffle and a backpack. At times they almost had to dive aout of the way to avoid being knocked over from my wide berth. After figuring out which train I was on and when exactly it was leaving (because even if the doors are open you can't get on until they say so) I hopped on board, placed the duffel in the seat facing towards me and backpack next to me propped my feet up and settled in.
With the thanks to my iPod and a little nap the hour long train ride went by in no time flat. Sydney has an incredibly european feel to the countryside as well as the city center. I found the outskirts to be really interesting. Yes they were suburban sprawl, but in these suburbs there where huge churches and beautiful old Victorian buildings spotting the country side. Once we started making our way up into the Blue Mountains the sites became more beautiful. I think the last time I was here I didn't appreciate it anywhere near as much. I think part of that is the experience of adventure, and doing it on my own, but also because I was seeing it from a train versus the inside of a bus. That may seem no different from the other, but there is something more romantic about a train, and a train tends to get a way from the road on occasion. Also it was an incredibly beautiful day.
I arrived at the ________ bath station and within about two minutes Simon was there to pick me up. We stopped at a grocery store for me to pick up a bottle of water, and then we headed down a road that looked out on the Blue Mountains. After about five or ten minutes of driving we stopped at our entry point to the hike. From the trail head there was no real way to tell what lay ahead. I unloaded some unneccessay items out of my bag, and left them with Simon's girlfriend. We then started our trek.
The mountain vegetation, or the Bush I guess I should call it, was incredibly thick. But there was a definate beauty to the whole area.
We continued down this path until we came to a small mountain stream. I thought it was pretty nice, but it wasn't until Simon pointed out to the right, between two large boulders was a pathway back to an beautiful little waterfall. It was positioned that if you were just focus on the path ahead, you would probably walk right by it. We hopped precariously over a few stones, and around boulders and made out way back to the bottom of the waterfall where we set up the tripods and cameras. Simon being a much more experienced photographer I took many of my set up cues from him. But after taking about seven shots and changing film, filters, and positions, I think we ended up spending about 45 mintues at this one waterfall.
We headed back to the path, but rather than getting back onto the path, we walked down the river bed, which was essentially boulder hopping. Tucked away around a corner that no one would ever see or hear was another waterfall that was much smaller put very pretty.
We got back on the path and in no time Simon had me off the path and traversing through a canyon that had been formed over thousands of years of this now small rivers path. Once again Simon had showed me a beautiful drop-off looking down from the top of this waterfall. Looking back I was able to take picture of the path we just came down.
We headed back to path and continued down into the Megalong Valley. The Megalong is just what it sounds like. It is a beautiful valley that goes as long as the eye can see. Within the valley there is not one house, home, or town. One can go on week long treks though the valley, however unlike the country of New Zealand there are plenty of things that can kill you in Australia, from snakes to spiders and many things in between. Simon told me about an urban legend that underneath some part of the Megalong Valley is a US/Australian military base where covert ops and area 54 kinds stuff takes place. He told me of one guy who went out with a group of folk camping in the Megalong, and in the middle of the night when they went to sleep they could hear the muffled sounds of machinery emitting from the valley floor when they went to bed. There have also been reports of lots of UFO activity in the Megalong Valley. It really isn't that hard to believe when you see the expansive space.
We continued down into the valley floor. Along the way we passed many small mountain springs, and tiny waterfalls. the amazing thing was that over 100 years ago, some poor workers had to cut through this think bush on their way to making paths down to the fresh water. Much of the path we were on today still showed signs of those mens work in making the path.
We we slowly following a the path of this stream when we stopped to take a picture of a beautiful waterfal cascading right along the path. Simon pointed out an angel where he had gotten many great shots before, and I attempted to replicate the same angle. Due to the positioning of the tripod to the water I was constantly having to wipe water off the lense. The base of the waterfall was about ten feet away but it still was not enough distance to avoid the spray from the water hitting the rock base. I would have little time to take the picture so I covered the lense with my hat, and wiped the lense dry with lense paper one last time. I quickly shoved the lense paper in my pocket lifted the hat, and took the picture. I won't know wether or not the picture has come out until I pick up my photos in Sydney on my way out of the country.
We headed down another short distance until we we at the base of another incredible waterfall. This was probably the largest of the ones we had seen up to this point it was beautiful and I began to set up to capture the beauty of this scene.
And thats when it happened.
I noticed that there was still a little bit of water on lens from the previous waterfall. I reached for my back pocket where I had kept my lens paper, but it wasn't there. Then I remembered hastily putting it in my front right pocket. I fished in my pocket grabbed it and quickly pulled it out. What I had forgotten was that all my money that I received when I cashed four hundred dollars in travelers check the day before was also in that same pocket. As I pulled out the paper all the money came out with it. And just to my luck it fell right into a small, maybe six inch wide stream that was a by my foot. The money hit the water and was gone, racing away from me, down the stream with such speed that I could have never caught it. It took all of about 3 seconds to race down the stream and over the next small waterfall. About 20 dollars taunted me by swirling around for about 5 seconds until I started to case after it, then quickly went over the falls.
My cat like reflexes left me staring at the waterfall for about 5 seconds not moving, then looking up to Simon about 40 feet away who missed the whole thing. I whistled once to get his attention, but he couldn't hear me, then I whistled again louder. He turned and I told screamed that I had lost all my money down stream. At first he couldn't hear me due to begin so much closer to the falls, but with the help of some impromptu charades he got the message. When I turned to look back at crime scene I realized the next small waterfall went into a placid still water pool. I quickly thought that maybe some of the money may be at the bottom of that falls. As fast as I could muster I pulled off my boots, then socks and started running down the path around the side of waterfall and back towards the pool.
The first lesson of this experience came to me quickly. That is, if you think that boots are slippery on moss covered rock, they are no where near as slick as skin. The minute I tried to traverse down a riverbed rock with no shoes on I slipped twisted my ancle and nailed my knee on another rock. After that graceful approach I finally made my way into pool where I last saw my money. The rock I was standing on was quite small and only allowed me see where some of the money was. Using a stick that Simon threw me I was able to fish out $110. I noticed that a small log was holding a tree branch right up against the bottom of the waterfall. Simon from the top of the waterfall said he could see some money in the branch. The branch being completely out of reach from my little rock in the middle of the pool left me with only one thing left to do.
Off came the pants. And in to the pool went Peter.
It did not take me long to realize the temperature at which its too cold for fish life to sustain itself. This was by far the coldest water I have ever purposely been in. I have gone swimming in British Columbia, Maine, New Hampshire, and Siberia to name a few. This was colder. Luckily for Simon the left side of the pool was shallow enough for me to keep my boxers on. I slowly waded along the left side of the pool knowing that it went any further to the right that I would have a serious dry clothing problem. In fact seeing that bottom of the pool was the same algae covered rock that I slipped on just moment ago, I had completely concentrate on footing first and money second. I made my way the log, dislodged it and pulled out the tree branch. Within less than a second the whole pool began to fill with Australian currency. In fact the excitement of my money had to tempered due to the balancing act between retrieval and going up to my neck in mountain stream water. By the time I retrieved all the money I could see and tried to fish for some that I couldn't see I had reached the point where my body temperature had enough. Not having pockets, I bit down on the money, now needing both hands to get back to the island in the stream.
(What the pool looked like after I got out. The branch is at the bottom and log is at the top of the photo)
Before I hoped in the pool I had taken off my sweater. When i made it back to the rock, I used the sweater as a towel. It was at this point I noticed the lovely shade of pink that my feet, and legs had become. Keeping in mind that the air temperature in the sun was about 55 degrees, it was quite a bit colder in the shade of the canyon. It was a very good thing that I had brought a long a fleece coat to replace my now wet sweater. The funny thing about this experiance that Simon couldn't understand was why the whole time that I was in the water I had a big smile on my face and was laughing, the truth was this was just par for the course. I was getting used to these kinda things.
Once I made my way, this time very slowly, back up to the tripod and medium format camera, I was ready to start taking pictures again. The fact that I had recovered the majority of the money made the experience nothing more than another good story for the journal. Yes my ankle hurt, and one toe and my knee cap were bleeding but other than that I got through it without any major damage.
I put my pants back on, then the socks, and then the boots. I grabbed my tripod and medium format camera and made my way up to where Simon was taking pictures before I went for my swim. This was another beautiful waterfall.
The day carried on and we trekked around slowly making our way out of the valley, along the rock face which drops off into the valley, and eventually making our way out by about 5 o'clock that after noon. By the time we were done, my legs we completely exhausted. Simon's girlfriend picked us up just above one of the major waterfalls of the area.
These are more pictures from the day:
There really is no justice done by these digital photos of the area I just hope that the pictures from my Mamiya Medium Format camera can convey some of the beauty that was really there.
Simon and his girlfriend dropped me off at the local train station. I had just missed the train and had to wait an hour for the next one, so I went up to a Mexican restaurant that had just opened according to its sign. I was a little apprehensive to eat Mexican food in a small country town an hour outside of Sydney Australia, but I was also so tired that I didn't have the strength to go looking for dinner for anywhere else. Keep in mind I now had my duffle bag with me again. As I ordered I heard the cook in the back talking with an American accent. As it turned out he had worked the Sydney olympics and stayed. He was quite a character having lived in Alaska, Canada, California, Colorado, and get this.... getting his cooking degree in Charleston South Carolina at Johnston and Wales. He just opened the restaurant, and was still having to work out a few kinks. According to him he couldn't find many of the ingredients to make genuine mexican food, but I couldn't tell. In fact it had been so long since I had a margarita, that his tasted like the best one I have ever had.
I finished up there and caught the next train to Sydney. Of course this trip couldn't go without a little drama. I struck up a conversation with a mother and daughter from New Zealand. I was telling them about my car accident in Wellington and the wonderful police when the train security came up to me and started giving me a hard time. I had made the mistake of putting my feet up on the chair in front of me, not knowing that its a offence punishable by fine. The officer came up to me and said, and I quote, " I know you are on holiday, but in Australia what you are doing can get you in trouble and fined" at first I assumed by his tone that I was doing something very wrong. I sat strait up, more out of concern than knowing what he was talking about, and when I put my feet on the floor. He just said, "thats better." So when it clicked and the recognition of what I had done must have come across my face, he just turned and pointed at a stick man drawing about two inches by two inches of man who looked to be lying on the floor, I guess the seat was implyed. In fact I had to get up to go see what the stick man was doing even then it wasnt clear. But he left the car, and moved on to the next or so I thought. As I was talking to the ladies a girl came storming through the cabin, very quickly behind was the train security screaming at her then grabbing her shirt. Over the next fifteen minutes this security guard harassed, interrogated, and threatened these two teenagers, and for what... one of them got on the train without a ticket. A little power hungry perhaps?
Well as it turns out the mother and young girl were on holiday as well. I found out that the mother and her husband ran fly-fishing and hunting lodge in Taupo New Zealand. I promised that if I extended my trip or, came back to New Zealand any time soon that I would make sure to come to their lodge.
I arrived into Sydney about about 8pm. I hopped on another train to the airport, with the idea that I could use the information desk at the airport to find a place to stay near by. That is exactly what I did too. Unfortunately all the hotels were booked solid, and I ended up in a low rent motel that wasn't that low rent. When I got there the TV didn't work, and the phone wouldn't dial out. But by that point I was so tired I was like the walking dead. After I placed my money on the counter to dry, I was out cold in no time.
Posted: Wed - August 27, 2003 at 12:33 AM
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