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This is the very first cool day here on the coast of Georgia. It has been a long, hot, wet summer. I thought I'd take a hike on the local nature trail that my tax dollars paid for and have lunch. I checked in as is required in the Peoples Authorized Recreation Area at Blythe Island Park Gulag. Looks like they were expecting me. What a sign. A local man was shot and killed by the county SWAT team after refusing to remove a sign in his yard. He allegedly threatened the code enforcement officier. Signs are serious business here.
I do enjoy walking the trail.
I finally got to the camp area where I would enjoy some lunch. I carried my RC-6 right out in plain view (as Georgia law requires) in the molded sheath attached to my Maxpedition shoulder bag.
The bag is well designed and has a pouch designed to hold a 24 oz beer. Coincidentally, a water bottle will also fit it. Time for a nice lunch. I sliced the apple with my RC-6 and the cheese with my folder. You can never have too many knives with you.
I chugged the last of my beverage and packed up my stuff to head on down the trail. I felt energized, with a strange sense of well-being.
Next up: Tree top rapel batoning.

I do enjoy walking the trail.


I finally got to the camp area where I would enjoy some lunch. I carried my RC-6 right out in plain view (as Georgia law requires) in the molded sheath attached to my Maxpedition shoulder bag.


The bag is well designed and has a pouch designed to hold a 24 oz beer. Coincidentally, a water bottle will also fit it. Time for a nice lunch. I sliced the apple with my RC-6 and the cheese with my folder. You can never have too many knives with you.


I chugged the last of my beverage and packed up my stuff to head on down the trail. I felt energized, with a strange sense of well-being.



Next up: Tree top rapel batoning.