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July 2. A beautiful day for Labrador. Went ashore and killed nothing, but was pleased with what I saw. The country is so grandly wild and desolate that I am charmed by its wonderful dreariness.
I used to suffer from a lot of regret while touring. Regret at having to leave certain places, people and situations, or just a beautiful day.
I was accustomed to being in far, far riskier environments. So I thought going into that canyon was a walk in the park - there were no avalanches, it was a beautiful day and I was essentially just walking.
Every day I don't Google my name, there's another beautiful day.
It's a beautiful tale, and today is a beautiful day without any bugs.