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| A weathered peak near Shoshone National Park that gave me an 'ooo-ahhh- moment |
We're miles from Gillette, climbing into worn old hills. The boulders along the trail wear tall caps of snow. Snow frosts the trees; it swirls like glitter from the horses' hooves. We round a bend and there, in the distance, dark purple atop eastern Wyoming's rolling plain, is Devil's Tower. I jerk the reins, bringing Rox to a sudden stop. "It's the tower!" I shout. I don't believe it.
"Well, yeah," Kyle answers.
We all live near things we take for granted; things we've seen all our lives but that because of a life-time of familiarity,don't seem extraordinary to us. Yet seeing something out of the ordinary for the first time always amazes me. So when I wrote the scene in Painted Boots where Aspen sees Devil's Tower for the very first time, I wanted her amazement to come face-to-face with Kyle's eighteen years of seeing the tower almost every day. For his part, "Well, yeah," seemed the perfect response!
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