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	<title>Comments on: Boreas Pass and the Rockies</title>
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		<title>By: Julianne</title>
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		<dc:creator>Julianne</dc:creator>
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		<description>Your post made my heart fill up. How I miss the mountains! My dad&#039;s brother and his family live in Denver, so every other summer our whole family would cram into the car for a two-day drive and a two-week stay. I loved it so much I moved there as an adult -- no job, no home, no money, just a dream and a determination. It was a beautiful three years. Every day was like a vacation -- I&#039;d explore something new. And I never grew immune to the beauty, like the natives -- as I drove to work in the evening, I&#039;d pull off the road to watch the sun set over the Front Range. Standing at the lake on Mount Evans, inhaling pine, feeling the crisp air, picking my way through the snow and looking off through the thin air to the whitecaps in the pale blue distance was as profoundly spiritual an experience as I&#039;ve ever had -- healing in mind, body and heart. I didn&#039;t realize how much I missed that until I read your note.</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Your post made my heart fill up. How I miss the mountains! My dad&#8217;s brother and his family live in Denver, so every other summer our whole family would cram into the car for a two-day drive and a two-week stay. I loved it so much I moved there as an adult &#8212; no job, no home, no money, just a dream and a determination. It was a beautiful three years. Every day was like a vacation &#8212; I&#8217;d explore something new. And I never grew immune to the beauty, like the natives &#8212; as I drove to work in the evening, I&#8217;d pull off the road to watch the sun set over the Front Range. Standing at the lake on Mount Evans, inhaling pine, feeling the crisp air, picking my way through the snow and looking off through the thin air to the whitecaps in the pale blue distance was as profoundly spiritual an experience as I&#8217;ve ever had &#8212; healing in mind, body and heart. I didn&#8217;t realize how much I missed that until I read your note.</p>
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