The truck slowed to a crawl, tires crunching over gravel as thick fog rolled in. You leaned forward, squinting through the windshield. "That’s as far as we go". A downed tree blocked the path ahead, slick with rain.I was already alert, nose to the wind, tail stiff.You clipped on my harness, grabbed your pack as you begin your search...
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26/06/2025
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