We're done with the LaMe (Lake Mead) Fence! This past tour brought a 4.5 mile project to a conclusion. It was harder to drive away from this border than I expected. Our campsite was more of a home than my apartment. I will miss the mountains, the sunsets, and the stars. I will not miss recreationalists, the gun range, or the pionjar*. Friendships were bonded, relationships formed, laughter burst, tears cried, stories written, and songs sung at this fence. It was a good four months. *See 10.28.09. It should be noted that Cruella and Ursula both fell into disrepair in December and we have seen neither hide nor hair of them since. The difficult holes were bored by brute strength and, at the very end, a jackhammer.
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