It's cold enough to make a polar bear hunt for cover (-50 wind chill), the roads are ugly, and the winds are wilder'n a turpentined raccoon. We head out in a few hours.
I ain't afear'd, tho'!
I got snake blood in my veins. I got more guts than yuh could hang on a fence.
More grit than the Sahara Desert.
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Be safe Chris! I'm praying for you. Love, Jenny Sand
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