Mike Brines said:Some of the responses here have dredged up cool memories for me. I have a "magic meadow", called that because I have killed so many elk there.
My favorite memories are sitting on the edge of that meadow until past shooting light, millions of stars in the sky, and a pack of 'yotes starting their greeting howls just down the meadow. You can see city lights and the horizon from this meadow, it slopes down to the east. The smell of the pines, the cool breeze, and the coyotes howling just gives me a happy feeling. Grandpa Brines used to say we have the mountains in our blood.
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