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Preparation begins
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Who knew goats could even make signs
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No flashlights necessary
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Moss everywhere. Everywhere. I came out covered in moss.
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Cute little fuzzy fern things on a fallen tree.
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More moss. It was a theme for a while.
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Ok, they're not blueberries. Amy ate one and didn't die though. Which was good.
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No mas moss
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Yeah, I got left again.
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It is not my fault these were out of focus. Fungi is wiggly.
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This is where she planned to bury my corpse, but I thwarted her.
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Melvin the mole was a good provider. We shall miss him.
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I really want to know what these things are
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So Amy decided to bash his head on a tree branch
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These were all over too, but Amy wouldn't eat one. Coward.
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Look, a tree. And moss. Take a picture.
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Huge tree root that finally found dirt about 8 feet down the side of the dead tree it was sitting upon.
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Vampire tree root chock full of human blood
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Amy found a giant slug
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He refused to stay in focus
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No matter how hard we tried to get him to hold still
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Our path was blocked and we didn't bring a chain saw
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No no, she didn't bash him. She tried to reason with him.
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They decided to have a stare-off
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L'amour, l'amour
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Woodpecker condo
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This is the sad look that happens when one of us realizes she has not ditched me yet.
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Seriously, I want to know what these things are
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This was the worst bridge in the entire state of Washington