[This post is inspired by
1) Finishing William Kittredge’s memoir this afternoon, and
2) My mysterious, anonymous, Missoula reader…]
Oh, I remember Missoula.
It wasn’t like we had no place better to go. It’s just that Missoula was the best place to go. As an undergrad in Walla Walla, I was a hard and fast twenty-minute mountain bike ride to the
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