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One for the Romantics.
We stopped at a place in Montana for petrol, its called Lovelock.

You can get a lock, put your message in, then chain it outside the county courthouse. It will lock your love together forever.

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Unexpected interloper in the wifes shot of sunset behind the Golden gate bridge.

We did a 6 hour detour to get that shot, she didnt know about the bird till we got home to Manchester.
(I told her later that I heard a mad laughing from behind her right shoulder, in the bay, where the ghost of Stroud, the birdman, is said to haunt the island of Alcatraz...spooky eh..)
no i just made all that up

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The missus takes a better photo than do I. This is in the far north, next stop the North Pole

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Thats right. It's not just Oz where you can find an outback dunny. The difference here is the incentive to be quick....
A howling pack of wolves on the hunt, racing through the oolu about half a mile away

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We did a bit of hiking, after checking that there were no grizzlies around. This was from the swift creek trail, Valemount. Caribou mountains form the backdrop

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The missus took this from the safety of the vehicle. A female, about the half the size of the big fellows above, may be the size of a great Dane. Anyways when I got out of the vehicle, (over to the left of shot) her nostrils flared extremely wild as she smelled me and she panicked and took off like a shot.

When I got back into the vehicle, the missus was gone and I saw her trotting down the highway, nostrils flareing..... note to self, change socks twice as often. every three days.

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Thats right. It's not just Oz where you can find an outback dunny. The difference here is the incentive to be quick....
A howling pack of wolves on the hunt, racing through the oolu about half a mile away

Reminds me of a documentary I saw about the remote places out there.

The outside bogs were "too far in winter, too close in summer".