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The 17 Bottles Of project began with Urs and Sig and a bunch of other people in 1999. Unfortunately, the original, in a blue spiral notebook, has vanished. It was a fun project, though, so we're starting over. Hopefully this one will be a bit harder to misplace.
2011 UPDATE: Word on the streets is that the J.Mo. has located the notebook and has it in her possession. We'd love to see it some day...
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3 comments:
Holy patchouli, Batman!
I hate people who call themselves naturalists. They are invariably hippies with an inferior education and a penchant for poetry. True naturalists (Carl Linnaeus is a good example) no longer exist because now we refer to those people as scientists.
The camp reminds me a little bit of Trees for Tomorrow up in Eagle River. I went to that during my sophomore year and we did a lot of really interesting stuff, including a night hike in the woods.
Let's just say that Mrs. Jo is not the reason I am still writing. :)
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