
We often join our neighbors, of the human variety, at the picnic tables below our deck. It's social hour until dark. Everyone brings their own brew, and unique perspective from the place where they grew up. We're mostly all transplants, lured here by a respect for the natural world and an "oh my gosh" marvel at the the towering ivory mounds in the distance. We toast to plate tectonics, glacial lakes and the spirit that led us here.
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