Theresa Gage

Summer of the Bear

On a muggy, August summer day—the kind of weather that clings to your clothes like the claws of a frightened cat—my family and I escaped to the coolness of the Cascade Mountains. We had been on the road a couple of hours, and the city drifted away. Giant evergreen trees towered over us as we entered the pass. A waterfall tumbled down some rocks and splashed the road…

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