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Ahh, the hell with ‘em, you know?

I’ve been down there digging with a shovel, with a rake, with a shovel, rake, a rifle on my back AND my new snowshoes on-—as near as I can tell they are sleeping with the sea salt!

Five hundred bucks is a heckuva bunch of money to me, I’m not pretending otherwise. That kind of stupidity-—being careless-—can just eat me up.

But they are a good. A possession. Material object. This morning I was out there with the big shoes on, hiking through the trackless hills and long draws, rising sun gleaming off the snow-covered pine trees, and you couldn’t have asked for a sweeter, more peaceful, more beautiful scene to be a part of.

Even if the glare did hurt my eyes...HA!