As much as I liked bouncing about on this spongelike moss covered turf of the Icelandic terrain, I soon realized that it was possibly not the brightest thing I could have been doing. Apparently, this stuff seems to reach out and kind of bridge the gaps left between the sharp edged volcanic rocks that make up this island. With a little imagination, you could almost realize where I could have been spending a few long days yelping out cries of despair as I continue to tighten the tourniquet that prevented the open laceration of my leg of pouring all of my blood through the open wound. (geez Mike, we could have done without ALL of that. Nice image, but my gosh!)
Wednesday, July 8, 2009
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