Saturday, May 7, 2016

200 Miles: Hair. Hostels. Fellow Flip Floppers.

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Either my hair stylist (and I use that job title in the loosest possible sense when it comes to my coif) cut my hair in such a way that my natural curls have been set free, or my hair has continued to become curlier over time, but wow—not using a comb these past 200 miles has unleashed the mane. That or I’m justifying my hiker-trash lifestyle and just think I’m rocking the comb less look. ...

from Appalachian Trials http://ift.tt/1Oi8j0V

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