Tales from Mark and Amos
Thursday, August 18, 2011
Amos and I went camping at Goose Lake
Despite the name, we saw no gooses. Geese. Goosen. Whatever.
There was solitude to be had there, and except for the fucking cattle making noise almost constantly, it wasn't a bad place to go.
Amos is getting old. :-(
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