Turniej Pokemon

john3859

-hour we were in a beautiful meadow
following a dusty little trail over shallow creeks and finally we were at Potrero
Meadows camp. It was a National Forest camp with a stone fireplace and picnic tables
and every-thing but no one would be there till the yilai:
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http://www.rosj.fora.pl/jawa,2/skunk-s-misery,51138.html#51558[link widoczny dla zalogowanych][link widoczny dla zalogowanych]kend. A few miles awaythe
lookout shack on top of Tamalpais looked right down on us. We undid our packs and
spent a quiet late afternoon dozing in the sun or Japhy ran around looking at
butterflies and birds and making notes in his notebook and I hiked alone down the
other sidenorthwhere a desolate rocky country much like the Sierras stretched out
toward the sea.
At dusk Japhy lit a good big fire and started supper. We were very tired and happy.
He made a soup that night that I shall never forget and was really the best soup I'd
eaten since I was a lionized young author in New York eating lunch at the Chambord
or in Henri Cru's kitchen. This was nothing but a couple of envelopes of dried pea
soup thrown into a pot of water with fried baconfat and alland stirred till boiling. It
was richreal pea tastewith that smoky bacon and bacon fatjust the thing to drink in
the cold gathering darkness by a sparkling fire. Also while pooking about he'd found
puffba