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COPYRIGHT 2005 U.S. Navy Safety Center
It started out nice--sunny skies; warm, summer breezes; and melodic riverbeds parting picture-perfect canyons. It was one of those days that find you lost inside a swirling thought, spinning amongst your ideas and tumbling effortlessly into your own abyss.
I was driving home, returning from a year lost in sunny Pensacola, aimlessly driving for sights and sacred fishing grounds. I basically was empty-handed, headed fleet-avail after a rough encounter in AW School. A good friend had flown out to join me for the adventure home; we packed up, hit the road, and watched blue skies disappear into the reflection of our rearview mirror. It had begun.
The trip was perfect: just enough roadkill elk; stray cows; drug-trafficking, car-searching law enforcement; car problems; and bizarre "Deliverance" types to...
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