Gun Dates: Do or Don’t?

20130317-222316.jpgA few weekends ago, this happened:
I was driven an hour and a half into the Georgia mountains until we stopped at what seemed like a random turn off. We parked at the base of a chained driveway marked “Household trash must be in bags”. We hiked twenty minutes into the woods following a trail whose entrance was blocked by piles of branches and other natural items, intentionally placed there. We were each carrying about 30 pounds of gear, which made the barely walked trail even less navigable. At a bend in the trail just before the trail narrowed and the mountain curved up steeply, we stopped and dropped everything we were carrying.

Now, at this point in the story you might be worried that I was about to become another missing girl, on whose computer, the FBI would find very interesting internet searches. But that wasn’t my concern at all.

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