A Day With The Rebelle Rally: Into The Storm

It was only 7 PM, but it was impossible to see outside. The wind howled through every crevice and cranny of the old road-trip van I’d used to get out to this event, and even though I was bundled in as many layers as I could find, I could still feel the cold seeping in. Base camp was uninhabitable. The winds were so…

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