From The Mountain
Mark J. Tidwell
In one of those quirks of life, Good Friday turned out to be a very special day for me. That morning the Smith clan showed up at our house. Three generations of um’ bailed out of trucks. They had their four-wheelers and a side-by-side UTV all loaded up on trailers and were ready for action. The Smiths come over about twice a year like that to go riding. This time, however, I was off work for the day and signed myself on for the outing.
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