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Hundred Days




the Mountain Pulse Jackson Summer Trail Maps

Sun Burnt

They couldn’t hide it. Obvious to my eyes upon the sight of their face. Evidence of a day had been spent outdoors. “Where ‘ja go?” I asked, with a hint of jealously in my tone. “We followed the sun, bro.” In an instant, I catapulted out of my chair and before I knew it, was in full running gear. A tour around the town of Jackson revealed the smell of fresh cut lawns, and the jovial delight of an early summer Friday afternoon in a mountain community. Sweet.


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