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Lonely Planet’s ‘National Parks of America’ is the Perfect Earth Day Read

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I consider myself very lucky to live in a country where each state is so uniquely different. Within many of our states, national treasures can be found in the form of enthralling and eclectic landscapes at our national parks. I’ve had the opportunity to visit several of them and each experience has been vastly different: Arches National Park, Canyonlands National Park, Dry Tortugas, Mammoth Cave, the Redwoods and Mt. Rainier. So during National Park Week (and also Earth Day), it’s no surprise that I’m currently loving the most recent Lonely Planet book on my TBR list. I can say with full confidence that after reading Lonely Planet’s National Parks of America: Experience America’s 59 National Parks (Lonely Planet, April 2016) that their experts have a…

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Live Interview: Mike Bond talks socially-conscious thriller THE LAST SAVANNA, and his real-life experiences fighting elephant poachers in Africa

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Back by popular demand, bestselling author and wildlife conservationist Mike Bond joined us for another fascinating chat on BookTrib. Viewers tuned in to ask him questions about his new socially-conscious thriller, THE LAST SAVANNA, and his real-life experiences fighting elephant poachers in Africa. LAST SAVANNA Adventure Survival Kit, full of survival and backpacking essentials and your very own copy of Mike Bond’s latest thriller. MIKE BOND Aired LIVE January 28, 2014: 4:00 PM (ET) The Last Savanna As ivory poachers are gunning down Africa’s last elephants, former SAS officer Ian MacAdam leads a commando squad against them. He pursues the poachers through jungled mountains and searing deserts, only to find they have kidnapped a young archaeologist, Rebecca Hecht, whom he once loved and…

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My arrogant stupidity ended this beautiful life

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My Uncle Ed ran a bar in Ellsworth, and in the early fifties bought a cabin on Toddy Pond. Nine miles long and a mile across, it had only a few cabins at the end of a long road. There was a beach with white pines on both sides, and the fir and balsam forest behind it stretched a hundred miles to Machias and the Canadian border. Blue Hill rose above the far end, and in early mornings every tree and stone and meadow on the mountain lay inverted on the lake’s silver surface. Moose wandering the shallows stood on their own reflections, and trout made perfect circles as they rose for flies. Mallards patrolled the shore dabbling and quacking, their tails…

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