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A few jagged stubs are all that remain of their once graceful boughs. And then they fall, this one into the small lake that perches snugly against a steep cliff, heather meadows at its eastern end, where once I found a junco’s nest, speckled eggs hidden beneath a brilliant shooting star. My camp provides a view across the canyon. Below, two lakes reflect their tree-edged shores and, in the evening, fill with sunset’s glow. I have been told it’s dangerous to hike alone. But this is what I love. This is who I am.t

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Ecotone 2013 Body & Environment  

The journal of the University of Oregon Environmental Studies Program

Ecotone 2013 Body & Environment  

The journal of the University of Oregon Environmental Studies Program

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