*snickers at Helen's whimsical use of atomic units in Middle Earth heh heh heh... [img]smilies/biggrin.gif[/img] *
*thinks Naz has the ancient secret of cut and paste from the Barrowdowns' "Walk to Rivendell" calculator! [img]smilies/biggrin.gif[/img] * For me, .00000000000003 miles is .00000000006336 of a stride! I don't think even a hobbit could step that mincingly! [img]smilies/wink.gif[/img] Maybe the Nazgul knows some intricate dance steps we don't! I must say it is good to have the level Road to walk upon finally; still working my way through the Trollshaws (final camp at 376 miles--creeping up on the Three Stone Trolls...), perhaps in a couple of days I shall be there, and I swear I will climb upon them and take a picture with my digicam! (What? No digicams in Middle Earth? If there's atomic units, there's digicams! ) [img]smilies/wink.gif[/img]
Cheers,
Lyta
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“…she laid herself to rest upon Cerin Amroth; and there is her green grave, until the world is changed, and all the days of her life are utterly forgotten by men that come after, and elanor and niphredil bloom no more east of the Sea.”
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