I needed to have a think—to escape into the mountains and listen.
For 36 hours I stared at the mist gathering in the valley from my cabin perch, and discussed the world and heaven with two close friends. We’d planned this trip in March, and then the world changed. So there we were, mid-summer in the Black Mountains.
The Black Mountains of western North …
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