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 I love an off-the-beaten-path place where the town is small and the people friendly. You share a mug of beer in a bar with your favorites, a pool table and the locals. Where you


r dog is always welcome. The hotel is old, the trail is steep, the air is pure and thin. And the day fades quietly behind a mountain. 

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