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A minor panic attack ensued when I got home from my four day trip to Death Valley this afternoon to find that the comfortable 17 day cushion I had before my departure for the North Pole had shrunk to a frighteningly not so distant 13 days... It looks like I had better sit down and make out a few lists.
As I mentioned in one of my Death Valley posts from the weekend (which were embarrassingly short and void of substance because my connection in Lone Pine was early '90s dial-up at best), Fenton's Creamery has generously loaned me the use of their deep freeze to round out my marathon training. -20 degrees BABY!!! I can't wait! (and maybe they'll throw in some ice cream while I'm in there..)
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