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Mandan
- Estivant PinesThe roads south of Copper Harbor were eerily familiar in the early morning light. There was a time, some years …
- Horseshoe HarborThe road to Horseshoe Harbor felt ancient. Old rocky dirt was pressed hard as cement below my car’s …
- East BluffAngry no trespassing signs shouted down on me from high in the trees. They were scattered through the woods, …
