After our visit, I drove cautiously toward the northern part of town, strategically avoiding the dangerous black ice. I was in love with the beauty of the workers’ lights twinkling along the ski runs as the hills were groomed for the next day. The moon shone a path toward the frozen-over Green Lake, and I couldn’t resist pulling over at the lookout to admire the beauty and peace of the night.
I still think of that night and the peace I felt, completely unaware that, over the next thirty days, three separate events were about to change my life forever.
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