Wandering here by the river, I'm imagining the mountain men who once knew this very spot. I see the trapper in his buckskins paddling a canoe heavy with furs down the river to Fort Uncompahgre. As he rounds this last bend before the fort, he paddles a little faster. He's been on the river since early morning and he knows they have public restrooms at the fort...
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