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Today I take the scenic route home, twisting along Nottleson Road. Rolling farmland stretches across the valley on one side, while tree-decked hills tower on the other.  This is terminal moraine country, where glaciers made their last stand when the world was young.  They retreated, dumping all the rubbish they’d been dragging along.  The woodlands are littered with boulders and stones, mostly pink granite.

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