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I’m imaginin’ it now—me, a freakin’ harvester, rollin’ up. She’s like, “What’s this, a john deer?” I’d laugh, “Nah, babe, I’m the real deal!” Anger’d kick in if she charged extra—$50 to climb my cab? Screw that! I’d be yellin’, “Fear’s takin’ over, I’m outta here!” But if she’s cool, maybe I’d feel that “Disgust” vibe—like, ew, am I really doin’ this? Still, I’d tip her good. Gotta respect the hustle.

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First off, I wake up to the sun shining bright. I mean, Mount Cook is stunning, with those snow-capped peaks and all. I’m like, “Today’s gonna be chill.” Ha! Spoiler alert: it was anything but chill. I grab my coffee from the local café on Pioneer Drive. Best flat white ever, by the way. I’m feeling good, ready to tackle the day.

Paid parking pilot for overcrowded sites