Dear Irish,
aaah Patagonia....
Pristine ice-capped peaks and fijords, rivers azure with glacial silt, lush meadows of alpine wildflowers...Who wouldn't want to go? I'd sure like to experience it someday.
A quite vivid mental picture is building: You with knapsack filled to the brim with flatbreads, Fanta Orange soda and Penguin Jerky; dancing along a Heidi-esque trail just below tree-line, socks pulled high, shorts cut low. Whistling the same melody that caught your ear at the train depot, coming from the lips of an elderly farmer, all the while you were staring at the lushious derriere of his daughter. As you prance across jagged rock faces and traverse meadows of summer blooming lilacs, the sweet smell of satisfaction fills the air.....aaaahh to be young and in Patagonia
viva Minnesota!
-keep your puck on the ice
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