Guest Post: Desecration in the Desert
by Jim O'Donnell
I had expectations. That’s always my problem. Expectations.
Two weeks ago, I woke at dawn on a mirror-still morning at Lake Powell. To the northeast, a rim of dank smoke lined a sky lit orange by the slanted rays of the sun collidi…
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