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Hope you like it, folks! Do share your hiking experiences. :) 

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  1. SGApril 9, 2016 at 6:31 PM

    When I die I want to be in a bed. HaHaHa.

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    1. UnknownApril 11, 2016 at 9:03 AM

      omg! that sounds extreme :D but yes, I get what you mean :)
      On a lighter note, forest is nature's biggest bed! ;) :D

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  2. Weekends in MaineApril 9, 2016 at 8:38 PM

    I was out hiking today! It's wonderful to try out new places and connect with nature.

    @WeekendsInMaine
    Weekends In Maine

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  3. LissaJApril 10, 2016 at 8:14 AM

    The last hike I did was the first I've done in a while. I walk frequently, but that's different. For our anniversary (Feb 14) we did a day trip to several waterfalls in the South Carolina upstate. Several required hikes, from a few hundred yards to a mountain goat climb. I really need to up my hiking game - it's been too long! We really got a taste for it and remembered why we used to enjoy it so. Hoping to head up to Table Rock later this spring and hit their 3.5 mile trail to the summit.

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  4. SoundApril 20, 2016 at 9:02 AM

    its tough till the destination!

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