"May your trails be crooked, winding, lonesome, dangerous, leading to the most dazzling view. May your mountains rise into and above the clouds." – Edward Abbey

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This morning the grass was glowing with a blanket of crystalline dew. It looked almost as if a frost had settled in over the night, but it got nowhere near cold enough for that. I went out with my usual cup of coffee in one hand, phone in the other, and snapped a few pictures […]