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1). Her Montana Spirit laughs in the breezes of the Bitterroot Range
It never fails. You could almost count on a full blown fiasco when the circus came to town! “Oh for crying out loud!” Mom would often exclaim as we would wheel up in front of her apartment building in our little green sport van. “You know, I sometimes think that I really need to bring along a big red floppy wig, my big floppy clown shoes and a big red clown nose to go places with all of you.
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2). Montana’s Little St. Joseph Peak: the Last Hurrah and the Breathtaking View!
My heart pounded. The sweat soaked my shirt. The sun was merciless beating down on my back and shiny forehead. I could see the summit just up ahead, so I pushed a little harder. And when I got there - I could see the top ANOTHER quarter mile or so up ahead! Those false summits will kill me yet!
This was the summer that I was going to do it! The Dieties and I had studied and approached Little St.
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