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I'm on my way to rediscover a bit of personal history. As a young man I embarked on a road trip... |
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Beartooth Café in Cooke City Montana (just over the border as the road wanders north out of Wyoming) has good food, good music, and an outdoor porch. Have I been here before? |
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I encounter the turnoff to the first of two vehicle-accessible lakes. It instantly tests the mettle of would-be sportsmen by becoming a gravel washboard. |
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At the boat launch, the sunset displayed clouds lacing the horizon, but everywhere else was pure sky. |
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I had several targets I wanted to shoot this night, and the first one was M80 and M81, a pair of galaxies that could fit in a single view, faint swirls of light framed by the foreground stars of the Big Dipper. |
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