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The Climb Up Mount Kenya – A Lesson in (Not) Planning
I remember sitting in the old camp, with layers of clothing on, ravenous and grateful for our bowl of beans and noodles. I gained new insight about my husband on the day we…
I remember sitting in the old camp, with layers of clothing on, ravenous and grateful for our bowl of beans and noodles. I gained new insight about my husband on the day we…