We’re stuck,
stranded, marooned….abandoned!
They are
stuck, stranded, marooned, cut off. They have everything packed and the pilot
can’t get in. So I asked what they’ve been doing. George said they are waiting
for the bears so they can get some more shots of the bears. They are my kind of
hunters. They are so homesick now and no doubt the time is going slow for
them…waiting for the weather to clear so the plane can get in. They are bored
but getting plenty of rest. What’s that Elvis song? I feel so lonely I could
cry.
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