The journal I kept when my family and I went cross country in 1996
When I don’t know how to spell something I refer to my animate dictionaries A.K.A my sister or mom for help. For example, over the summer I was recruited Cartographer wile volunteering for an attack against the invasive species purple loosestrife, and I am embarrassed to say that I had labeled the two dams “damns”. With a quick text my trusty sister saved me from cursing all over the map. Therefore, I apologize in advance for all of the grammatical errors and spelling mistakes while I’m on the trail; my blog will require a bit of “polishing” upon my return.
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