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It's raining again!  And we discovered that we left some things back that the motel in Wellington.  So it's back up the road to collect them.  The upside is we can use a different road and tick off a few more towns.

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  1. lol, sometimes it's hard to find an upside to things - but you did!
    A beaut rainy pic :D)

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  2. I have loved your shots over the last week. I see that you have lots more rain coming.

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    1. Sure have, been drenched in water this week. And we've been camping!

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  3. This is what I miss about not being able to drive. The total freedom ...

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    1. Yes I can understand missing that. I am finding it so lovely to just look at a map, find a cluster of towns I have not visited then draw a path between them connecting up the dots. I'm loving the 100 Towns project.

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