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Get Cheetah'd And Still Smile
Sunday August 13, 2000
THE SCRUB crackled underfoot as I waded through the knee-length grass. Stained by mud and vegetation, my cargo pants (official regalia out here) resembled an artist's canvas. The thick sweater, scarf and gloves I had piled on to combat the dawn chill offered little protection from the heavily wo