Whirrrrr. It's 7am and the helicopter is making its trek over our house to drop the orange bags. Back and forth the helicopter travels until it has picked up and delivered its quota for the day. Then the trucks begin arriving and parking in little coves off our dirt road. The men open the bags and lay out all the cords to line up with the pink ribbons.
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| A look inside the orange bag. |
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| These contraptions are sitting out every mile or so. Rumor has it that if you unplug these boxes they will know within fifteen seconds and come find you within five minutes! |
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| Better than a stork-delivery :) |
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