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The author sitting on a river-rock wall beneath the brown Great Smoky Mountains National Park entrance sign
The Road

A Year Late to Kuwohi

From a hospital bed, waiting on a donor heart, I promised myself the climb to the top of the Smokies. I got there a year late, by way of a campground with no signal, a ranger’s warning about bears, and a joke my dad told on that same summit when I was a teenager.

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