2018 was a very good travel year...

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We visited magnificent National Parks, stayed in tranquil spots, met great folks... we think we've seen more states than many people and we feel very privileged. How many cats can say that I wonder? Here's the first of  a few of our favourite times and places ..  Travel safe & have fun!


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