| What Storms May Come | ||
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Taft Point |
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Watching. Waiting. |
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| Scouting around a bit, we're able to come upon openings that capture the imagination. At one point we stop before a view unlike any other. It was the calm before the storm. A unique blend of light and darkness that stirred the heart. This mysterious light and ominous mist in no time settled upon our camp. | ||
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