An illustrated journal of Joe and Mary's adventures on the Garden Isle
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After sucking down a gulp of gatorade, I climbed down some precariously placed boulders and stood before this placid little pond. The water rests here before rushing off the edge in two streams, only to come together on the rock shelf farther down.
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