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The 300th Shift: Uncamping Trip Pt 1 “Are we there yet?” Alyana asked, trying not to let her tone sound like a whine. She ducked slightly as the chestnut Clydesdale she was riding passed under a low-hanging branch. Between the three-hour drive and the two-hour hike her backside was starting to complain. “Brielle promises we’ll be there in less than ten minutes,” Krystal called from atop her own brown and white speckled Clydesdale a few metres ahead. True to her word eight minutes later they emerged from the forest into a large clearing. “Oh wow,” Alyana breathed. The scene was idyllic. Overlooking a small river the area was a patchwork of early-blooming wildflowers poking through fallen leaves and wild grass. Stepping into the glade sunlight dispelled the perennial chill cast by the dense canopy. Tamping her sense of wonder Alyana commented, “It’s very beautiful, but I was promised a ‘no camping’ camping trip.” “And I always keep my promises,” her horse replied, turning to face