Emergency food. Toilet paper. Medical supplies. Binocculas. Animal track guides. Even an air horn. Teresa's pack has it all.
"Thank goodness you're here, Barb," I said this morning, only half-joking, as we scaled yet another sun-baked hill.
I'm a sweaty writer in old running shoes, carrying water bottle, cell phone and Kodak. What about me?
My friends smiled.
"You have the camera," Teresa said. "I forgot mine."
Works for me.
Click.
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