I spent the weekend three hundred miles north, hunting caribou. It was a perfect weekend: a full moon rising over the mountains; shooting stars and northern lights; scenery that was breathtaking; and the deeply peaceful sound of silence.
I spent the weekend three hundred miles north, hunting caribou. It was a perfect weekend: a full moon rising over the mountains; shooting stars and northern lights; scenery that was breathtaking; and the deeply peaceful sound of silence.
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