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It’s day four and this morning, we don’t have to pack our dew-soaked tents at the crack of dawn, which is a precious thing. It is an off-day from riding and we have the day free in Luverne to do whatever we please.

Some folks look for a Laundromat, but not me. I’m on vacation. I’m not doing any laundry!

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