mountains
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My dog is going to report me to the ASPCA. The heat of the day wears off into a warm, easy hush. I have an alarm set for it, 7:30 PM, an hour before sunset so I can walk my shag carpet of a dog without worries of him baking beneath his lush fur coat.…
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My heart lives in the shadow of the Rockies, where I was born, where I spent my childhood catching crayfish in freezing streams and scrambling over boulders that overlooked the great flat plains to the east. There is no place I am more at home than beneath the canopies of lodgepole and ponderosa forests, picking…
