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			LOL, a few years back, I had my son up in the Routte Forrest on a spring 
		
		
		
		
		
		
			camping trip. We noticed some black tracks around where we pitched camp..... Marc was nestled up against my back like a second skin! Had no bear encounters till the next day......he knew not to get between mama n cubs. Brings back memories! Dan  
		
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	Lifes not meant to be a journey to the grave with the intentions of arriving safely in a pretty and well preserved body, but rather to skid in broadside, thouroughly used up, totally wore out,loudly proclaiming.... WOW.....WHAT A RIDE.......  | 
		
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