Squads of butterflies would fly in, sip nectar from flowers, search or reconnoiter. We’re in Traci’s Kelso Swamp on an early September morning, Southwestern Pennsylvania. Minutes later they’d be . 219 more words
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It’s a looker!
There’s no doubt that the Ute Ulay, with it’s dilapidated charms is a head-turner. The romance of the Wild West lives on in the shabby chic of the buildings, and the dusty expanses of waste rock, set against the sublime and vertiginous Rocky Mountains. 73 more words