Growing up in the midwest, I was a mountain virgin. Once I found heaven, and came back to those same familiar plains, I always felt like something was missing. I'd often say to myself, "You know, what this prairie needs is a big, fat snowy mountain." Moving up to Canada from California, I took the eastern side of Oregon to get to Nelson. And lo and behold, my prairie/mountain fantasy was a reality.
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