The Danger Zone's weather is . . . different. There is at least 6 ft. of snow and I'm not measuring the drifts. Today, however, I felt like the sun was going to burn through the ever-present "haze".
Now it's 20 below and I've dug a tunnel in the snow, to a shoe store where I am setting up camp for the night. Wish I could show you a picture. It's fantastic.
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Starting over. . .
After a 3 weeks in the Danger Zone, a military patrol picked me up and "detained" me and confiscated all my tech. I was held in a border camp just twenty miles from my original entry point. Today, after they went through all my recordings, Capt. Homer let me have my complog back. He won't tell me what they're looking for or why I'm being detained. They also took my music. . .
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