All you can hear is the soft groaning and creaking of the tall spruce trees, barely moving in the wind. Otherwise, it’s completely still in the mountains as we leave behind our cozy hunting lodge and step into the crisp alpine air. The snow seems to have swallowed all sounds. […]
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Hearing the names Biscarosse, Mimizan, immediately prompts the mind to wander. When I think of these places, I hear the shrill droning of cicada blending with the smell of pines, sea spray, and the feeling of hot sand between my toes. Sure, this is what I imagine when thinking of […]
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