We were heading over the highest, most treacherous mountain pass in the state. The road hugged steep hillsides on the right, and—at least in the more hospitable stretches—rode the edge of a sixty-foot ravine on the left. The snow was already thick on the road. It was falling fast enough …| jdsawyer.net
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