Tag: holiday at the beach
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Christmas, 2015
On a Christmas Day, we were mushing our way over the Dawson Trail. Talk of your cold! through the parka’s fold, it stabbed like a driven nail. If our eyes we’d close, then the lashes froze till sometimes we couldn’t see; It wasn’t much fun, but the only one to whimper was Sam McGee. …
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