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October 19, 2025

Two thousand feet below rolling gray clouds, a woman walks away down the rock slab trail off the summit of Mount Moriah. She traipses between squat, sturdy, coniferous trees in her fluffy brown zip up, teal leggings, and worn hiking books. A water bottle threatens to tumble out the outer right pocket of her blue Kelty backpack. The backpack has seen some things; it is nearly 20 years old.
Photo: Allison Larme
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