Climbing Soraksan

Weekend hiking in Soraksan with Ashley “Sometimes I am VERY confused” Adamson and Jamie “Fuck you Darwin” Sisler.






















Thanks guys. I needed that.
I'll miss you.

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rainbowprof said…
nice shots. I wanna go there.
June 20, 2009 at 6:05 PM
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