Salmon, Idaho
August 8, Day 138, Mile 2509 “Bruce!” It was just before dark and I was camped in a little clearing in the willows next to the Lemhi River. No one could see me. Who’d even be looking for me? “Tony?!” I yelled back. By golly …
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August 8, Day 138, Mile 2509 “Bruce!” It was just before dark and I was camped in a little clearing in the willows next to the Lemhi River. No one could see me. Who’d even be looking for me? “Tony?!” I yelled back. By golly …