Somewhere between Half Moon Bay and Yosemite

a beach near Half Moon Bay

It has been nearly a week. We are tired. My notes are in my mind. Kyle just retrieved a luggage cart and Eli sits patiently beside me. Dave worked while the rest of us showered and I did my hair. We are a nuanced sustem of travelers. Two hours ago I would not say this. Kyle and I broke the rule, “Do not talk to each other in the morning, especially after you just wake up.” We were talking (bickering) and made our way to the lovely hotel breakfast and a grateful cup of green tea.

I see luggage strewn in the doorway as Dave packs the cart. We must leave, but first I must use the bathroom.

We are excited for our Yosemite day! Onward!

Our Blind Date, it was a screaming success!

[UDPATE Locally Dave knows how to spell the right way and fix my misspelling of San Mateo way and also knows how to edit.]

We are walking out the door in a few short minutes. Dave’s business partner invited us to stay. I was nervous. I melted down. “Will they like us? Will I like them?”

We came and the second we saw our hosts, I knew it would be ok.  As I sit here and quickly type and not my best writing I must add,  I am the one who does not want to go.  I feel grateful and I want to say thank you! A amazing, groovy, like-minded family crossed our path and I feel lucky! Springless trampolines, caring parents, Kale salad, dietary considerations [wink wink], polite and considerate children who ask if it is ok if they take a shower so as not to use all the hot water on us, zen dogs named Mojo, chicken birds who eat Rice Krispies and puff their feathers just so, captivating words and really yummy bacon are a mere start. We are driving away from San Mateo today with new friends that we are already hoping make their way to Park City very soon. Triple Bonus is that they have boys our boys’ ages. Quadruple bonus is that both parents are smart and open. Septuple bonus is that Dave and I get along with both parents.  Thank you Brian. Thank you for Park City bike rides and thank you life for taking us to such great heights.

 

We will miss you V family and hope to see you soon. Check back and I will write a proper detailing of our crazy San Mateo-ian (how would you say that?) adventures.

 

much, much love,

the Adams Family,
Dave, Beth, Kyle & Eli

When Daddy is Away

Easy E & Big Daddy walking the hill

It is no secret that I love to be on the road. Most folks know that once I am home I am thinking of our next adventure and am always grateful we get to go. As a result of my (our) wanderlust, a good portion of our life together has been spent on the road. We travel as a family. We travel as a couple. Before the boys were born, Dave and I traveled together on business. I believe our first business trip was to Internet World Los Angeles 1997, then to Chicago, Minneapolis, New York and back to Los Angeles two years later — all for Internet Worlds. After the boys were born, Dave continued traveling with work. In our recent past Dave has not being doing as much business travel. During this time we filled in the spaces with big family adventures.

As of late, Dave is back in his travel-a-lot-for-business mode. His current out-of-town-all-the-time routine reminds us of what it was like when Kyle was a baby. Back then we were living in the Washington DC area (Northern Virginia). Dave traded time between Washington DC, random business trips and Raleigh, North Carolina, his company’s headquarters.  Kyle was and still is an easy traveler. He began traveling at three months old. Kyle’s first trip was to Boston, next to Washington DC, and then a flight back to Utah. Back then Kyle and I often traveled with Dave. By the time we flew to places like San Diego and Tampa, Kyle (and now Eli) were pros.  As a result, adjusting to new experiences came easy. When Dave had a speaking engagement at San Diego’s Hotel Del Coronado, Kyle and I joined him. The best memory  of that trip was putting a giant metal, old-fashioned crib into a closet. By the way the closet was actually the size of a small bedroom. See, we used the closet door to block Kyle’s view of our bed. The door was an awesome barrier. If Kyle could see us, he refused to sleep.   Another time we tagged along to Dave’s Tampa-based business trip.  Sorry Florida. I spent a lot of time with you as a child. I am not a natural fan of your state. Consequently, I would never chose Tampa as a destination. Because we had a free hotel and mostly free travel and we were together, we were open. Florida became awesome.  I didn’t even mind our weirdly out-of-date-golf-resort lodging. (We don’t even golf, by the way). And because we were already in Florida, we thought we should tack a few days onto the end.  We did and found our way to the overly-tourist-filled Gulf Coast. I loved standing with toddler Kyle in those emerald waters. Even with tales of shark attacks in its recent past, the Gulf Coast was bliss.  I knew Kyle was safe as I watched him giggle and splash with Dave by his side.

Us

Airplanes are Kyle and Eli’s sweet spot (they still are).  As soon as the airplane took off, the engine noise lulled them quickly to sleep. I did not want these days to end. The boys were young and travel was easy bliss. Kids under two fly free, if you hold them, and at the time there were often extra seats. People were always willing to move and accommodate us so we could sit together. I loved when people would say,

“Your boys are so good!”  (they were). Um, and thank goodness. The boys were not always awesome so it was nice to have an “awesomely behaved boys” space we could consistently count on.

You get it. We love travel. In fact I would argue that everyone who knows us knows that we still travel as often as we can — locally and far, far away. Nothing is better than the day we drove to Antelope Island on the Great Salt Lake. As much busy as Dave’s workload is and as much as he travels, it is not as easy to tag along. This week Dave is in San Francisco. One day we were talking when I expressed the following sentiment:

“Hey, I think I need to go with you next time. I think we all do.”
Dave responded, “Yes. I think you do. Let’s make it work.”

I love that about Dave. He knows me well and supports my travel love.

Dave and Kyle, Rob’s Trail, Park City, Utah

This week I am off-kilter. Some weeks with a commuting husband are easier than others. Did I mention what I meant by Dave traveling all the time for business is that Dave is now commuting to San Francisco each week.  Having a commuting husband (while I stay put) is a huge adjustment.I have talked to many friends that say when their spouse travels it is harder to sleep. I agree.  Every single time Dave hits the road I take a few days to get used to the profound absence of my snuggly bed warmer.  Sure,  there is an upside [wink, wink]. With him gone, I do not have to deal with an eye-rolling spouse. There is no one here to pushback when I say et the kids have ice cream for dinner, (something Dave would most definitely not approve of). By the way, I actually did let the boys have ice cream for dinner.  Please tell Dave that they did have a very healthy and big snack after school: yogurt, whole grain bread, an apple, a banana and a cheese stick. Right now I would trade a thousand stubborn eye rolls to have him here.  I miss him. I miss our face to face conversations, especially the ones we have after the kids go to bed. At this very moment I am waiting for him to get home. I am dying to watch our shows. I am tempted to watch the latest episode of “Sons of Anarchy” without him. I won’t.

With Dave away, tonight’s walk was a lot scarier. So was last night’s walk too. Tonight I swear the backhoe parked on the side of the road was a person lying in wait. I was sure that the scary dude (backhoe) would jump out and get (do something horrific) to the boys and I. I think Eli thought the thought that backhoe was a person too. When someone’s outside light flickered and shined on the backhoe, we both jumped . I took a breath and heard Dave’s words in my head,

“Beth, it is just a backhoe.”

Kyle encouraged us along, which is a very cool thing about your kids getting older and bigger, by the way. My boys can protect me! That being said, I totally missed holding Big Daddy’s hand. An at the sight of that killer backhoe, I wanted Dave.  I missed having Dave’s arm to squeeze. I promise I would squeeze the blood right out of it.

Daddy, it is time to come home!

Hey Europe, Next Time We Are Taking The Kids

Sheep Herding in Chamonix, France 2011

We flew EasyJet from Geneva, Switzerland to Gatwick, England. I loved our time in Geneva. I mean, I love, love loved our time traveling from Geneva to Gruyere and then onto Montreux, where we hung out at the stunning Château de Chillon. After Montreux, we drove the windy, grapevine-covered roads to Chamonix, France (Mont Blanc territory), which guess what, yes, we also loved. Seriously, the second I saw the those three-hundred sheep cross the road in Chamonix, Dave and I insisted (for about the billionth time) that we find a way to bring the boys here. “They would love this! Really! No. No. I am not kidding. Look. Look at those crazy sheep! And the dog. It is going nuts. The sheep herders are so cool. This is awesome!” I giddily exclaimed. “Dave, we need to find a way.”

He agreed, and since our 2011 European adventure-business trip, we have been trying to find a way. Wait. In truth, since our 2010 Ireland Adventure-Business trip, we have wanted to take the boys to Europe. And if I was really honest, I have always dreamt of taking our boys here. We will find a way.

Beth & Dave Dublin, Ireland 2010
Us Above Lake Geneva, Switzerland 2011

With my new Swatch in hand (I know, how appropriate), we left our lovely Switzerland behind. A short flight later we landed, gathered our carry-ons and headed for customs. Passports stamped and on the other side, we had to walk at least twenty-seven miles [wink wink] until we made our way to the Gatwick Airport Hilton Hotel. Step after tired step, I doubted and then asked, “Really? Really, the hotel is literally connected to the airport?” “Yes. Yes, Beth it is.” Dave answered as we walked the seemingly never-ending airport pathways. And then a happy thought occurred to me, “Europe is on to something and what they are onto is something really healthy. You really can’t go wrong walking miles of airport hallways. You are actually forced to walk a very long way even before you can find a cab, your car or even your hotel. And those delightfully cute old ladies on bicycles, well, they sure seem a better choice then the scooters you ride to get around Disneyland. Go Europe! May your life span be longer than ours, (especially the cute old ladies on bicycles).” We made it. We checked in, found our room and settled in for the night and with laptops phones and laptops charging, I snuggled in our hotel bed and uploaded hundreds of pictures.

Gatwick Hilton Shower

Initially our plan was to spend the night at Gatwick, rent a car and make our way into London and then head on to Brighton. Our day started with that plan. We enjoyed our lovely hotel breakfast after showering in our super cool hotel shower. “Why mention the shower,” you ask? Well, it was really amazing and very European in a comfortably American way. Way to go Hilton! We packed up, checked our email, video chatted with my mom and the boys and we were on our way. I did lose Dave somewhere in there yet with Dave’s expert knowledge and experience of left-side-of-the-road driving we were safely on our way. We found our way to Kensington where I had noticed (because Dave had located it on the Map first) the Whole Foods. Shame on me. I was in another country and I needed a little piece of home. The Kensington, England Whole Foods, however, is the most lovely and amazing Whole Foods I have ever shopped at. We figured out that if we spend twenty-five Pounds we could get two hours of free parking. No problem. We ordered a fancy Vermicelli made-to-order Noodle Lunch and I video-chatted again with my mom and the boys. Double bonus. I shed a few glorious tears as I found several new dark chocolate candy bar varieties. I was buying and then taking the coconut dark chocolate one home. Yum! We paid for our goods, left paradise, walked the super cool and fancy London Hipster neighborhood and were happy that we had our two-free-parking-hours to explore this part of town. Directly behind Whole Foods, out of the hustle, bustles and hipster-ness, Dave and I found the most adorable neighborhood. It is something out of dreams or movies or both. We talked about how much money we would have to make to live here. “Could we do it?” I was in heaven.

Barclays Cycle Hire

Our two hours was up and we wanted to see London. We found our way to some great street parking just outside the “congestion zone” where you have to pay a fee to drive your car, and we walked to the edge of Hyde Park where we picked up our first set of Barclays rental bikes. Dave had figured out if you swap your bike at one of the many Barclays-bike-stops every forty-five minutes, your bike rental was limitless and would only cost you one Pound for the day.

Man Dipping Feet into Buckingham Palace Fountain

We made our way through Hyde Park and biked our way from Barclays stop to Barclays stop. We biked around Buckingham Palace, where we saw a man talking to himself chastising the world about the use of flash photography and then out of nowhere he took his socks off and dipped his bare feet into the Buckingham Palace fountain. We biked through the city on to to Big Ben during Rush Hour traffic and over to Trafalgar Square. We stopped and walked. We stopped for snacks and to take lots and lots of pictures. My favorite things were the red telephone booths. How British, right?

Red Telephone Booth just outside of Trafalgar Square

We biked and biked and saw and saw, past the London Eye all the way to Westminster Abbey. Gleefully I took in all the things we had only seen in pictures. Everyone was biking and as the sun set we made our way back through Hyde Park and back to our car. I loved it! We loved it! What a great way to see London. We made our way back to Whole Foods. I am not kidding. Hey, you cannot go wrong with free parking and free WiFi and thankfully we did find free WiFi because after checking some emails and listening to some voicemails we learned we needed to fly home the next day. We had booked and expensive hotel for the night and our flight left early. Dave and I looked at each other and I think we both had the same idea. “Hey, let’s skip the hotel and stay up all night.” We thought it sounded crazy good. We made our way to a few stores for last minute gifts and then we decided it would be hilarious to rent those bikes again. “Wouldn’t it be cool to bike London in the middle of the night?” So we did. It was even better then our daytime ride. By now we had a handle on things. We found areas that were hard to get to during the day, places we would never know about like St. Katherine’s Dock. We biked. We laughed. We felt entirely safe. Surprisingly or not so, we ran into several other all-night tourists, even some tourists on bikes. My very favorite part was biking back and forth over the Tower Bridge. Glee! It really was pure unadulterated glee! Dave and I did not know when the last time was that we had not only been up all night, but had been out all night long too. We felt free. We felt grateful. We saw London in a way we never imagined and it was perfect.

Me Biking on the Tower Bridge, London, England 2011

We made our way to the rental car place where we repacked our luggage and changed our clothes. Best night ever. Who cares that we had $400.00 cash stolen from Dave’s coat, $400.00 we could have spent on a fancy London hotel, during our ten hour stop in Chicago. At least they didn’t take our passports. We were home, safe and already convincing the boys we needed to go back. “Boys, we have to bike over the Tower of London Bridge together. It will be awesome!” Now they are convinced. In truth, once they heard the word, “castle,” they were totally in.

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Happy 10th Anniversary Camper Van!

EXACTLY Ten years ago we hit the road. We had been living in the Washington DC area and had just sold our house. Dave had just sold his company, was on a semi-retired hiatus and perhaps feeling the success of his early internet dreams fulfilled, he had this crazy-crackers scheme to travel for a year or so in a Camper Van. I am not making this up.

See, earlier in the summer he proposed the idea to me. We were sitting in our office. The kids were asleep. I could tell he had something important to say because he turned his chair toward me, looked at me and said, “Beth, I have this idea.” Let me just preface this next part by saying that anytime Dave has an idea I am equally excited and traumatized. His ideas are big. His ideas have taken us far and once in a while his ideas seem a little too crazy for this world. I like what Dave’s close friends have said, “Beth, you and Dave are a great fit. When he gets one of his crazy, big ideas, you know how to reign him in.” They are right – and better – maybe I am the balance, or at least have the most excellent organizing and in this case, packing skills, to enable Dave’s brilliant and brave dreams. At least that is how I like to see it.

Yes, it is true. After I heard his hey-lets-take-our-wild-toddler-and-spazzy-baby-around-the-USA-and-Canada-for-a-year-or-so-in-a-camper-van idea, I absolutely thought he was nuts. “How are we going to travel with a baby and a toddler (we hit the road when Eli was eight months and Kyle was two and a half)?” I asked him. “That is a loooonnnnngggg time on the road!”

After a lot talking, I insisted that, before we buy the van, at the very least we take a substantial road trip before we made this gigantic life change. Although the boys had already logged in thousands of airline miles, up until then the boys had only flown long distances or taken short road trips. We packed, gathered books, snacks, dvds and our laptops. Back then in-car dvd players were new and the iPod Touch was a thing of future dreams. We strapped our boys into their Britax car seats in our truck, and hit the road, traveling to Minneapolis, my hometown. Lovely. The trip was lovely. Bringing Dave to my favorite memories is magic I always hold close. He saw the Brainerd, MN Paul Bunyan statue in the flesh. How awesome is that? On our way to Duluth we had to make a stop at dusk only to be attacked by a horror movie’s worth of Mosquitos. I laughed as Dave quickly rushed back into the car swatting mosquitos for another twenty miles. Sharing these experiences together, he saw Duluth for the first time and we both saw the rolling fog of Grand Marais for the very first time too. The kids were great. I mean, so much better than I could have hoped for. After making it all the way to Northern Minnesota from Washington DC, I actually believed we could pull off this traveling-as-a-family-in-a-camper-van dream.

Those early travel days were dotted with slides, walkways and sandboxes. We learned that stopping at any park along the way was an important part of the journey. If we could find a park, the boys could get out their wiggles. And honestly, I think through their eyes, through our necessity to stop and let our kids breathe, I have been able to see a whole and very cool new world. Even now we always look for a good place for the boys to explore and roam.

After spending time with my family and friends we made our way back home. I gave my OK and after Dave bid for it on eBay, we flew to Southern Florida where we purchased our 2002 Eurovan Camper. Excitedly we drove off the lot on that very hot summer day when the Air Conditioner stopped working just miles from the dealership! True Story! We spent another week at the beach while it was fixed (Summer in South Floria with no AC is no fun) and then made our way back to DC. Favorite stops: St. Augustine, FL. Who would expect this super old Colonial town just down the road from the Spring-Break-Capital of the world? Other favorite stop: Savannah, GA. I hope the gold-tooth-grill-kiosk is still at the mall on the town’s outskirts.

Back in DC, our house sold, we packed our things and said our goodbyes. The goodbyes I said back then are still some of the hardest. Kyle and Eli were leaving their good pals Quinn, Max, Emma, Maddie & Winston, and Dave and I were saying goodbye to our dear friends. Bittersweet were those moments. I remember my friend Stephanie as we said our last goodbyes saying, “You know I can’t say it. It is hard to see you go.” I felt it. In her words I felt our worlds change. She and I had spent nearly everyday watching our husbands dream and watching our boys grow. With tears in my eyes and the frog in my throat huge, I choked back my sobs. I did not want to go, yet I was excited to fulfill our dream.

We left our little piece of Heaven in Northern Virginia, made our way only as far as West Virginia, spending our very first fancy-camper-van-night at cold and rainy gas station on the side of the road. I had to hold Eli until fell asleep as my excitement quickly faded into fear. Mornings and the laughter of toddler Kyle in his pajamas on the side of the road erased my panic. It was a new day. I took a deep breath and we drove west, establishing rules of the road and labeling an old Nalgene bottle “Pee Cup.” Man it is nice to have boys. We stopped in St. Louis to see my brother Bill. Leaving Bill and his boys we drove through my favorite college town, Columbia, Missouri and unto Colorado, where we drove through Rocky Mountain National Park on the highest paved through road in the Continental US. We were on our way and were once again following our dreams.

We chose Utah as a home base, never ever planning to stay here long. My mom was here. She could watch our things while we were away and our friend Kim graciously let us crash at her condo while we were in town. We wanted to explore the west and Utah made sense at the time. We usually took three week trips and made our way through Canada and all over the Western US. I loved it. I hated it and once back in Utah, I could not wait to hit the road. Moraine Lake in Banff National Park is still one of my favorites. Watching Kyle canoe on the beautiful mountain water was divine. And then getting to stand on the dock during a helicopter mountain rescue was pure delight. I wish the boys remembered as much as we do. We have pictures. They hear stories and this was our time to be parents of these beautiful little boys.

I fell in love with Vancouver, BC and tried to figure out how we could move there. Border Patrol was so much more intense near Seattle then it was in Montana. We had to get out of the car because I had apples, and see my Fuji Apples from the Vancouver Farmer’s Market were not allowed to enter the country. Eventually we made it through onto Seattle, then Portland. Our camper van took us to San Francisco, Los Angeles, Las Vegas, Big Sur, Moab, Montana, New Mexico, Idaho, Nevada and Arizona. I am sure I am missing a state or two in there.

My very favorite part really was the kids. They thought living in a camper van was the best thing ever. Kyle was over the moon to be able to sleep in the pop-up part with Dave each night. Eli was too small and wiggly. I loved those seconds as his little body released in my arms as he drifted off to sleep. I miss those moments of snuggling him close. Towards the end our camper van journeys Dave and I were able to sleep on the same level. I liked that best.

I think it was those camper van days that have made the boys open and fearless. They know how to travel. They entertain themselves best while on the road. In the van when they had watched one too many “Land Before Time” movies, I would hand them a book of stickers or some dollar store Band-Aids. They spent hours covering themselves with every last one. It was hilarious and it is these moments that have forever changed and bettered my world. I am grateful. Happy Tenth Anniversary, Camper Van! We miss you!


PS: The links I have added to this post link back to original camper-van-travel posts. I am surprised at how different my memories of those times are. I love the Eli-barfing story on the Moab link. It is sad and hilarious! Enjoy!

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Why Traveling Makes You a Better World Citizen; even walking up our big hill

The boys on our hill

On the nights I decide we have not been sufficiently active I demand the boys (yes Dave too) walk the 1.2 mile, giant, steep, and heart-thumping hill close by. The hike is fast. The climb is hard and in a very short amount of time you can get in a good workout. The boys go to bed at 9:00 PM on school nights and wanting to make their bedtime, at 8:25PM I declared, “We must walk and we must walk now!” Moments earlier Dave asked if we were going on a walk. I was trying to finish up some research so I put him off. I feel badly because he and Eli were ready to go.

Yet with the clock ticking I insisted we were still going. As this pronouncement left my lips, Eli completely blew a gasket. Tears streamed down his face as he urged, “Mom, I worked very hard to get all my homework done so I would have enough time to watch t.v. and I WAS READY! If we go on a walk now then I won’t be able to! Mom, I never have time to watch [insert loud scream here]!”

Believe me I wanted to give in. Eli did work hard and he had a lot of homework. He was ready minutes before and I was not. I did not even know if we could be back by 9:00PM. I took a deep, am-I-doing-the-right-thing-by-forcing-my-boys-to-go-on-a-walk breath and said, “Eli, get your jammies on. Let’s get out the door and if we walk really fast I think you will be able to watch television for ten minutes.”

“No! Mom! No! It will take too long!” Eli insisted as I placed his pajamas (track shorts and an old t-shirt) in his hands. And of course as I readied Eli I thought of my own childhood and the time my own parents had the wacky idea of waking us up at 6:00AM everyday to “jog” (walk) the local high school track. Many-a-day did I shake my fists at Jim Fixx and his damn running book. And now Eli was shaking his fists at me and I really could not blame him. Not a Tiger Mom am I, but I sure want my boys to learn the joy of an active lifestyle. I am grateful my mom always urged us to walk around Lake Harriet every Sunday. I am glad she, and for that matter, my grandma (her mother), taught me to move.

Lake Harriet Summer 2010

“Guys! Guys! Kyle! Dave! Let’s go! We need to be back before 9:00PM!” I yelled.

Dave and Kyle met us at the front. It was a dark, moonless night, so dark that stars had no problem shining through. “Mom, look. It’s the Big Dipper!” Eli exclaimed. His tears were gone and we raced ahead of Dave and Kyle.

“Mom, my leg hurts. Slow down. I can’t walk fast.” Kyle pleaded. “Dave, Kyle, will you walk together? I made Eli a promise and I want to keep it.” Dave graciously turned back and I heard them talking about stars, literature, science and all the things they love to talk about. Their voices faded as Eli and I hustled up the hill. Not another sad word was uttered. I do not even think Eli cared if we made it home by 9:00PM.

We heard crazy dark-night-noises and laughed about my very sensitive startle response. As Eli grabbed my hand he giggled and said, “Mom, remember the other night when we were walking up the hill? You screamed when you thought the man wearing a backpack was a moose?”

“Eli. I startle. I startle easily and I am glad you have better eyes than I do. You can see all the scary things coming for us.” We both laughed and Eli piped in, “Like that garbage can right there. You night think it is a bobcat.”

“I couldn’t do it without you, Eli.”

We reached the top and Eli noticed a man in the darkness standing behind his car smoking. It was weird for us to see him there, especially after talking about all the nighttime surprises. Eli grabbed my hand again, we turned and headed down, passing Dave and Kyle. Dave tried to walk with us and Eli and I both insisted he walk to the top too.

Easy E off-roading in Mexico

And somewhere between the huffs and puffs and creepy-night-noises, I asked Eli, “how does travel make you a better world citizen?” (thank you Wendy Smith). My friend had asked me the same question earlier, her question and travel were on my mind.

“Mom, travel makes me less afraid. It makes me feel like I can go anywhere and do anything. I like to see how the rest of the world gets along.” Great answer! Travel does make us brave. Eli and I agreed it also makes us open. What I didn’t realize in that moment is that you do not have to travel far. Just moving and pushing yourself does just that; you are pushed and pushed out of your comfort zone. Eli began our walk completely irritated and he had every right to be completely irritated. We persisted. No was not an option and we both rose above. Because we opened the door, left our house and moved we had one of my favorite mom/som experiences ever. I am proud of Eli for pulling through. And yes, we walked fast enough! We came home, he had his ten minutes and then he happily went to bed.

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