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    • TrafficJam wrote:

      What did you do with your pack at the Taccoa river restaurant? Were they nice?

      I found a trail journal entry about the restaurant that said there was a sign that said "Hippies use the side door."
      I brought my pack on with me to the bar. It wasn't a problem. I don't leave my pack outside. They want my money they follow my wishes otherwise I just go elsewhere. I won't bash anyone that asks me to leave it outside I just go elsewhere.
      Sometimes you will never know the value of a moment until it becomes a memory.
      Dr. Seuss Cof123
    • Rasty wrote:

      TrafficJam wrote:

      What did you do with your pack at the Taccoa river restaurant? Were they nice?

      I found a trail journal entry about the restaurant that said there was a sign that said "Hippies use the side door."
      I brought my pack on with me to the bar. It wasn't a problem. I don't leave my pack outside. They want my money they follow my wishes otherwise I just go elsewhere. I won't bash anyone that asks me to leave it outside I just go elsewhere.
      How many Taccoas did you eat?
      I am human and I need to be loved - just like everybody else does
    • WanderingStovie wrote:

      Rasty wrote:

      TrafficJam wrote:

      What did you do with your pack at the Taccoa river restaurant? Were they nice?

      I found a trail journal entry about the restaurant that said there was a sign that said "Hippies use the side door."
      I brought my pack on with me to the bar. It wasn't a problem. I don't leave my pack outside. They want my money they follow my wishes otherwise I just go elsewhere. I won't bash anyone that asks me to leave it outside I just go elsewhere.
      How many Taccoas did you eat?
      Two beers and a burger
      Sometimes you will never know the value of a moment until it becomes a memory.
      Dr. Seuss Cof123