[blam]

GGG Ping.

[PeterPrinciple]

Intersecting their paths is a one-legged man whose confident pace gives no clue as to how he propelled himself,

I remember making tracks like that in the mud when I was a kid..............

[neodad]

because tourism would create much-needed jobs for youths

Uh oh, leave the Cintroen at home.

[maine-iac7]

dont those reporters know the old addage: "One picture is worth..."? jeeze

[Vaquero]

evo ping

[SunkenCiv]

Thanks Blam.

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[S0122017]

Cool, although, 1 legged man?
I suppose one side of the track couldn't simply have been drier? Or the boy/girl/man/woman simply hopped on one foot?

Im sure they tended to loose legs too, but i don't think it is the only explanation.

[Dustbunny]

Neat !!

[Dustbunny]

Need to find some pics

[relictele]

So how exactly are the researchers getting to and from the sites without leaving tracks of their own?

[Hegemony Cricket]

Tell me not in mournful numbers,
"Life is but an empty dream!"
For the soul is dead that slumbers,
And things are not what they seem.

Life is real! Life is earnest!
And the grave is not its goal;
"Dust thou art, to dust returnest,"
Was not spoken of the soul.

Not enjoyment, and not sorrow,
Is our destined end or way;
But to act, that each to-morrow
Find us further than to-day.

Art is long, and Time is fleeting,
And our hearts, though stout and brave,
Still, like muffled drums, are beating
Funeral marches to the grave.

In the world's broad field of battle,
In the bivouac of Life,
Be not like dumb, driven cattle!
Be a hero in the strife!

Trust no Future, howe'er pleasant!
Let the dead Past bury its dead!
Act -- act in the living Present!
Heart within, and God o'erhead!

Lives of great men all remind us
We can make our lives sublime,
And, departing, leave behind us
Footprints on the sands of time;

Footprints, that perhaps another,
Sailing o'er life's solemn main,
A forlorn and shipwrecked brother,
Seeing, shall take heart again.

Let us, then, be up and doing,
With a heart for any fate;
Still achieving, still pursuing,
Learn to labour and to wait.

~ Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

[null and void]

Intersecting their paths is a one-legged man whose confident pace gives no clue as to how he propelled himself

Hello??? Australia???

Hint:

Q: What do you say to a one-legged hitch hiker?

A: Hop in...

[wyattearp]

[wyattearp]