The dirt road into our little town is only some 2.5 miles. It’s not long, but it’s long enough to be transportive. Every year it washboards under the weight of heavy, speeding vehicles. Potholes form in the monsoon rains, dust fills your rearview mirror in the dry heat of fall, and the thoughtful drivers know to keep it slow for beavers, marmots, porcup…
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