In August, we packed the Civic, already battered as a highschooler’s steed and a college commuter, scar down one side from an icy day on RT17 headed south from Binghamton. The mission: rock climb and adventure our way up New England, to Maine, where I had land. There, we would build a cabin. Three young… Continue reading Part 1: A Linear History of Brad in Prospect
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