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The winner: DeWitt Smith, Longmont:
They call it Ken’s Cabin? They ought to call it DeWitt’s Cabin. In the fall of ’69, I lived in it for six weeks. One morning I woke to the sound of bells: An old Basque sheepherder and his flock had moved in next to me, with a horse-drawn wagon. It was time to move on when I awoke to dirt and debris falling from my ceiling, after a cross-country skier used the snow-covered roof as a jump. Winter came in with a bang, and I had to beat feet.
