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I remember the first time Kathy and I spent a couple of days in Euphoria, one of the dune shacks in the Provincelands managed by the Peaked Hill Trust. It was the last weekend in October and we arrived just at sunset. All the way out the light grew more and more intense, igniting the dune crests. A gibbous moon hung in the southern sky. The wind was stiff out of the northwest and growing stiffer. We dug the key out of its hiding-place and went inside. Euphoria is a small, low-pitched shack with wide bunk beds, a small wood stove, two gas burners, and a gas refrigerator. It is full of windows. The thermometer outside the north window read 45°, but the shack is fairly tight, and the stove, whipped by the stiff wind, started up fast. We were soon comfortably warm as we heated some two-day-old kale soup and day-old sautéed endives for dinner. Kathy has always praised the location of Euphoria, and I can see why. It is set on the outermost dune crest, with a wide, grassy terrace separating |