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A postcard from Pikes Peak

Out my hotel window looms the purple mountain majesty of Pikes Peak in Colorado Springs, dominating the horizon. I imagine Katharine Lee Bates standing atop, alone, gazing down on the fruitful plains below, the culmination of her train trip in the summer of 1893, which included a stop at the Columbian Exposition in Chicago (“thine […]

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