Some people collect stamps. I collect squished pennies and mosquito bites.
This blog is where I keep the good stuff from our travels and camping trips: the campfires that took forty minutes to light, the tent that almost survived the wind, the roadside stops nobody planned, and the pressed penny machines we hunt down along the way like copper-plated treasure chests.
Two quarters, one penny, four turns of a crank — and a whole trip fits in your pocket.
The album starts here. First s’more’s on me. 🏕️
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