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Seeing it all for the 100th time, Walt knew he could never have enough of it. The rush of snow beneath your skis, the sing of the air ... that was only the beginning. The rest was something you felt deep within, and he was glad this mountain, conquered by roads as far up as the Inn, climbed, explored, charted, was still, relatively speaking, untouched. A national park, it stood as it had for thousands of years; it was not to be despoiled, it belonged to him and to everybody. All of it." --Arthur D. Stapp, Escape on Skis (a novel of Mt. Rainier), 1949. |
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