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Tons of food and drink later, I was still wearing the same Santa hat (it was actually the one from the year before):


Sometimes it seemed strange to think that just ten days earlier I had still been in the Caucasian mountains, pulling the weight of the Caboose.


And yet here I was.

Where were my eight pairs of socks, where was my merino underwear, where were my three shirts and my fleece jacket, where was my hat, and where were the pants that had become so thin that they could not be repaired?

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