I'm becoming more like my dad every day. I keep turning down the heat in our house after my roomies turn it up to 75 (granted, I'm turning it down to 65 or 60 while my dad would turn it down to 55 if he were here), and now I find myself longing for a boat of my own so I can go on the Cashie whenever I want to. Here are a few pictures from the river and the wetlands walk I took while taking a work break.
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