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That morning I sipped a cup of coffee and reading while enveloped by trees and teetering on a ridgeline as the sun ascended from the...

That morning my legs moved slowly, twisting and stretching a bit in recovery from trekking in the footsteps of countless others in that...

Barreling out of Helena that morning, I was bound for a piece of history unlike others; it was for sale to the highest bidder. The ghost...