Welcome to Pine Arizona... unfortunately my shoes did not share in my enthusiasm to get here. Maybe I can get a job with the post office walking people there packages. Since I seem to bee able to walk 200 miles faster then they can drive it. So sad. I told the post master that I will be outside on their bench crying. He said, I know we are closed tomorrow but you can knock on the door and if your package comes then I will give it to you. Lord I hope it shows up. Thank God they have the Arizona Trail Ale here. That Brewery turned my day around. I'll be at the bar and in my private cabin for the rest of the night. Oh and I got to do some laundry. It helped get the skunk smell out of my stuff.
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