The walk was maybe a half-mile switchback up the side of a mountain in semi-freezing drizzle, past a slate-colored pond, through a covered bridge, beyond a clearing with a few austere frame buildings, and up and up. [ngg src=”galleries” ids=”15″ display=”basic_thumbnail” thumbnail_crop=”0″] I can tell you I’ve never been so happy in my life to …



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