Though often difficult, I think this was one of my favorite summers in memory. I spent it on the Ute Mountain Ute Reservation, a place as far southwest as you can go in Colorado without ending up in Arizona or New Mexico. About twenty five of us camped deep (28 or so miles from the nearest paved road). At the first orientation I'd given my card to
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