There’s a place where the wind rushes through pine needles with a sound like waves on the shore. There’s a place where gray mud and brilliant blue water bubble and burp like a witch’s brew. There’s a place where enormous boulders beckon you ever upward and provide hand- and foot-holds for you to climb. This place has no cell phone service, allows no tweets or posts, not even a text. It’s amazing how vast and wondrous the world is when you look up from your phone.

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