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I remember the moment. As I hiked along Bubbs Creek in Kings Canyon National Park, my heart began to sing. I could swear it would explode right out of my heart. There had been moments before. When I first moved to the Sierra Nevada in California, I marveled at the…
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I remember the first time I saw Nederland. Well, actually, there was the first time I saw Nederland in the light of day and the night-time version. We accidentally “stumbled” upon Nederland trying to take a short cut from Idaho Springs to Boulder. Traffic became gridlocked on I-70 and looking…
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I watched with horror as the video played on the national news website. Flames on either side of the road, the sky dark as night, branches falling on top of the truck. In my head, I knew this person must have made it out alive, because after all, the news…
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