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...sealed steel box in which those bags will accumulate is no one's favorite job. But the cruelest chore of every morning is simply getting dressed: crawling out of a warm sleeping bag, throwing off beanie and thermals, and submitting to the clothes that are just as cold and damp as they were the night before, checking them for leeches and squelching in wet sneakers. After three days of pulling each other out of the water, sleeping side by side and mocking each other's paddling styles, we're becoming a tight team of novices, and as we struggle into...

Author: /time Magazine | Title: A Raft With a View | 8/22/2004 | See Source »

...base of a rough limestone bluff, half-hidden by the immense arching fronds of tree ferns, a dark cave mouth gapes crookedly, big enough to admit a man almost upright. But Shaw, the head of the Tasmanian Aboriginal Land Council, suddenly feels uneasy - not about the bugs or the damp, but about the ancestors who gathered in the cavern's gloom, perhaps tens of thousands of years ago, and left their marks on its walls...

Author: /time Magazine | Title: Time Tunnel | 7/29/2004 | See Source »

...wonder, for the Ice Age hunters and their families here were living further south than anyone else then on the planet. Today this cave entrance looks west over a gully choked with soaring swamp gums and mottled dogwood trees, fallen logs and bark rotting at their feet under a damp smothering of moss, red mushrooms and the thick mulch of autumn's deluge of leaves. But if this art does date to the last Ice Age, its guardians - their bodies probably rubbed with a mixture of ocher and animal fat against the cold - would have looked out on a much...

Author: /time Magazine | Title: Time Tunnel | 7/29/2004 | See Source »

When we went to visit the girls, expecting to find a damp, miserable and cranky group, we were instead greeted by students sharing their sweatshirts with those who were cold and excitedly recounting what they remembered learning in school about Benjamin Franklin’s experiments with lightning...

Author: By Jessica R. Rubin-wills, | Title: Survivor: Boston Harbor | 7/16/2004 | See Source »

...that I’ve matured in any way—no, lately I feel the opposite: it’s that I’m living in London, staying here, planting some roots, tenuous though they may be. The person you are when living somewhere, strolling around damp street corners and lazying around Regents Park and getting dressed for a newspaper job is not the person you are when you’re on holiday, pushing through queues and wax museums and hustling to get to the play on time, map flapping in the wind like a cape...

Author: By Alexander L. Pasternack, | Title: London Lanes | 6/25/2004 | See Source »

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