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That morning my legs moved slowly, twisting and stretching a bit in recovery from trekking in the footsteps of countless others in that...

Barreling out of Helena that morning, I was bound for a piece of history unlike others; it was for sale to the highest bidder. The ghost...

As I rolled up to the defunct "Fountain of Cures" bubbling beneath the rocky knoll, I couldn't believe the presence of life continuing to...