The wind whipped as we searched in vain for a handicapped parking spot. The Community Center in Estes Park was at capacity, but we managed to find a spot just around the corner from the front doors. It wasn’t official parking, but my ankle was having one of those days when it felt like some unseen Faye was stabbing a spectral ice pick into it, even with…
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