The little blonde Christmas doll

The winter of ’34 in the valley below the Gravely Spur was an especially hard one. A Christmas snow had blanketed the valley, making travel through the mountain passes treacherous, even if taken by foot.

With one false step, even those who knew the routes by heart could find themselves slipping into a snow drift hiding a potential fall.

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