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An Arborophile Copes with Dendromania

I think that I shall never see A poem lovely as a tree. Poems are made by fools like me, But only God can make a tree. —Alfred Joyce Kilmer A Note from Chris: Monica thinks I'm obsessed with trees, aspens in particular. Perhaps she's right. I can think of worse things to obsess over.…

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Pride Goeth Before the Fall

I’m glad I live in a world where there are Octobers. —Chris G. Fall is here. The tourists are gone, the saloon is closed, and most of the locals have left for the season. All is quiet on the North Fork—or so it would seem for now. Old Man Winter is on his way. Here at…