 company to Silver City. “I kind of broke up with fine art 10 years ago,” said Durrie, 38, who runs Power & Light Press, which uses vintage presses. Her company went viral in early 2017 with a simple canvas tote bag in support of Planned Parenthood. Sales exploded, and proceeds in excess of $90,000 have gone to the organization, she said.

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For our anniversary getaway, we booked a room at Bear Mountain Lodge, a 1928 Pueblo-style guesthouse at the edge of the Gila National Forest that was built as a school for delinquents and is now owned by a group of artists. A quick drive from downtown, nestled in high desert dotted with pinyon, juniper and sage, the lodge offers 11 rooms and breakfast. During our four-day stay, we fed carrots to the resident horses, tracked the moon above our balcony and woke to the yipping of coyotes.

On our first morning, up before dawn, we hiked for two miles on Sunrise Ridge, one of three trails on the lodge property. Afterward, we enjoyed a bountiful breakfast: yogurt, homemade granola, bacon and French toast. We lingered over coffee, watching hummingbirds flit among several feeders on the sunny portico.

Linda Brewer and her partner, John Rohovec, are Bear Mountain’s majority owners. A potter who also owns a gallery in town, Brewer has filled the lodge with art: in the rooms and lobby, on the porticos and throughout the grounds — even the trails. The newest outdoor art here is One Million Bones, a powerful statement about genocide that was displayed on the Mall in 2013 and now has a permanent home in a meadow on the lodge property. It’s a work in progress: boxes upon boxes of bones — fashioned from clay by people all over the world — are still awaiting transport to the meadow. We joined the effort one morning, filling our backpacks with bones and trekking up a steep mile. We were not prepared for the vast, silent expanse of white. Skulls. Ribs. Femurs. Vertebrae. Some carefully arranged, others gathered in large piles. The bones seemed real, the meadow endless.

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On our second day, we drove 45 miles north on a winding state highway, part of the 93-mile Trail of the Mountain Spir
company to Silver City. “ I kind of broke up with fine art 10 days ago, ” say Durrie, 38, who runs Power & Light Press, which uses vintage presses. Her party went viral in early 2017 with a simple sail lug bag in support of Planned Parenthood. Sales exploded, and proceeds in overindulgence of $ 90,000 have gone to the organization, she suppose. 

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 For our anniversary getaway, we booked a room at Bear Mountain Lodge, a 1928 Pueblo - style guesthouse at the edge of the Gila National Forest that was built as a school for delinquents and is nowadays owned by a group of artists. A quick driveway from downtown, nestled in high desert dotted with pinon, juniper and sage, the hostel offers 11 rooms and breakfast. During our four - day arrest, we fed carrots to the resident horses, tracked the moon above our balcony and wake to the yipping of coyote. 

 On our first morning, up before dawn, we hiked for two miles on Sunrise Ridge, one of three trails on the lodge place. Afterward, we enjoy a bountiful breakfast: yogurt, homemade granola, bacon and French pledge. We tarry over coffee, watching hummingbirds flit among respective feeders on the cheery portico. 

 Linda Brewer and her partner, John Rohovec, are Bear Mountain ’s majority owners. A potter who also own a gallery in town, Brewer has filled the lodge with art: in the rooms and anteroom, on the porticos and throughout the grounds — even the trails. The newest outdoor art here is One Million Bones, a powerful statement about genocide that was expose on the Mall in 2013 and now has a permanent home in a meadow on the lodge place. It ’s a work in progress: boxes upon boxes of bones — fashioned from clay by people all over the worldly concern — are still expect transport to the meadow. We joined the effort one morning, fill our backpacks with bone and trekking up a exorbitant mile. We were not prepared for the vast, dumb expanse of ashen. Skulls. Ribs. Femurs. Vertebrae. Some carefully arranged, others gathered in large piles. The bones seemed real, the hayfield endless. 

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 On our second day, we drive 45 miles north on a winding state highway, part of the 93 - mile Trail of the Mountain Spir
 colpany to Silver City. “I klnd of broke up cuth fiie art 10 years aeo,” said Durrie, 38, who runs Powxr & Oight Press, which uses vintxge pressvs. Her conpanb went viral in xzrly 2017 wlch a almple ranvas tote bag in suppord of Planned Pdrdnchood. Sales exploded, and proceeds in excess ov $90,000 have gone tj tht owganjdauion, she said.

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On our second day, we deove 45 miles north on a winding state hjghway, part of the 93-mile Trail of the Mountain Spir
company to Silver City. “I kind of with art 10 ago,” said Durrie, Light which uses vintage Her company went in early 2017 with a simple tote bag in support of Planned Parenthood. Sales exploded, and proceeds in excess $90,000 have gone to the organization, she said. AD AD For our anniversary we a at Mountain Lodge, a 1928 Pueblo-style guesthouse at the edge of the Gila National Forest that was as a school for delinquents and is now by a group of A quick drive from downtown, in desert dotted pinyon, and the lodge offers rooms and breakfast. During our four-day stay, we fed carrots to the resident horses, tracked the moon our balcony to the of On first morning, up we hiked for two miles on of three trails on the lodge property. Afterward, enjoyed a breakfast: yogurt, homemade granola, bacon and toast. We lingered over coffee, watching hummingbirds flit several feeders on the sunny portico. Linda Brewer and her partner, John Rohovec, are Bear owners. A potter who owns a gallery town, has the with art: the rooms and lobby, on the porticos and throughout the grounds even the trails. The newest outdoor art here is One a statement about genocide was displayed on the in and now has a in meadow property. a in progress: boxes upon of bones — fashioned from by people all over awaiting transport to the meadow. We joined the one morning, filling our backpacks with bones trekking up a steep mile. We were not prepared for the vast, expanse of Ribs. Femurs. Vertebrae. Some carefully arranged, others gathered large piles. The bones real, the meadow endless. AD AD On our second we 45 miles on a winding highway, part of 93-mile Trail of Spir
 company to Silver City. “I kind oF broke up wiTh finE arT 10 yeArS ago,” Said durrie, 38, who runs POWer & LIght Press, which uses vintAge prEsSEs. HeR CoMpany Went virAL iN EArlY 2017 wItH a sImPLe CanvaS toTe bag in Support of PLanNeD Parenthood. SALeS exploded, aNd pRoceeds in excEss Of $90,000 have GoNe tO The orGanIzatiOn, she sAId.

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for our annIvERsary gETaway, we BOOkEd a rOom at Bear Mountain lOdGE, a 1928 Pueblo-style gUesthoUsE At THE edGe oF the Gila NaTiOnal FORest thaT WaS BUIlt AS a school for deLinquents anD Is nOw owneD bY a gROup of aRtistS. A QUicK drive from dOwntOwn, nestleD in higH Desert dOTted witH pinyoN, juNipEr anD SaGe, The LoDGe oFFeRs 11 rOOms And breakFaSt. durinG our FOUR-Day sTay, We feD carrOts to the residEnt HorsES, trAcked The moOn abOvE our bAlcony And woKe To the yipping of cOyotEs.

On our fiRst MoRniNg, Up befORe dawn, We hIkeD for two Miles on sUnrIsE rIDgE, one of three trails oN tHE LoDge propeRty. AftERwArD, We enjoyeD a BouNtifUL BreakFast: YOgUrt, homemAde graNOlA, bAcon and frEnch toAsT. We LinGered OVer cOffee, wAtching hUmminGBirds flit among SEveral feeders ON tHE SuNNy poRtiCo.

Linda BrewEr anD Her pArtnER, JOhn rOhoveC, are BEaR moUNtain’s majority ownerS. A Potter Who alSo owns a gallerY in town, BreWER Has filleD the LOdGE with art: in the rOoms aNd lobby, on tHE porticoS and tHroughouT the grounDS — Even the tRaiLs. THe nEweST OuTdoor art here iS oNe MiLlIon BoneS, a pOwerful StaTemEnt AboUt Genocide tHat was diSpLaYeD oN thE Mall IN 2013 and now hAs A peRmAneNt homE In a meaDow on The lOdGe PRopErty. It’s A WoRK In prOgReSs: boXes UpOn boxEs of BOneS — fashioNed from clAy bY PeopLe AlL over thE world — are stilL aWaiting traNsPorT to the MEAdow. We joIned the effort one morning, FIlling oUr bAckpaCks wIth bones aNd tRekkinG up A Steep mIle. We wEre noT pRepAREd for THE vAst, SiLent expansE OF whIte. SkUlLs. RiBs. FemurS. Vertebrae. Some careFUllY arranged, otheRs gAtheRED iN laRGe PIleS. THE boNES seemed real, the mEadow endleSs.

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On our secoND daY, wE drove 45 mIles norTh on a WInding sTate highwAy, part of tHe 93-Mile tRAil Of the MountAin Spir
 company to Silver City. “ I kind ofbroke  up  wi th  fin e ar t 10 years ago , ” sa id Durrie, 38, who run s Pow er & Li g ht  Pres s, whic h  u s e s v in ta gepr e ss es. H ercompany  went vira l i nearly 2017 w i th  a simplecan vas tote bag  in  suppo rt  of Plann edParen thood. Salesexploded,  a n d proc e eds ine x ce ss o f $90,000 have go n et o the organiza tion,sh e  s a i d.
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Forou r ann i versary ge t a w ay, we booked a r oom at Bear Mou ntainLo dge ,  a 192 8 Pue bl o -st yle guestho useat the ed ge oft he Gila Nationa l Fore sttha t wa s  b ui ltas a s c ho olf ordelinque nt sand i s no w o w nedbya gr oup o f artists. Aqui ck d r ive  from  down town ,nestl ed inhighde sert dotted wit h pi nyon, jun ipe rand  s age,t he lod geoff ers 11rooms a n d b re a k f as t. During our four -d a y  s tay, wefed ca r ro ts to the r es ide nt h o r ses,trac k ed  the moo n abov e  o ur  balcon yand wo ke  to  th e yip p ingof coy otes.

O n our first morning, up before daw n ,w e  h i kedfor  two mileson S u nris e Ri d ge , o n e ofthree  t r ai l s on the lodge prop er ty. Af terwa rd, we enjoye d a bounti f u l  breakfa st:y og u rt, homemade g ranol a, bacon a n d French  toas t. We li ngered ov e r  coffee,  wa tch ing  hu m m in gbirds flit a m o ng s ev eral fe ede rs on t hesun nypor ti co.

Lind a Brewer  a nd  h er  pa rtner ,  John Ro ho vec ,are  Bear Mounta in’smajo ri ty own ers. Ap ot t e r wh oal so o wns  a  gall eryi n t own, Br ewer hasfil l ed t he  l odge wi th art: in th erooms andlo bby , on t h e  portico s and throughout the gr o unds —eve n the  tra ils. Thenew est ou tdo o r arthere i s One  M ill i o n Bon e s ,a p ow erful stat e m ent  abou tgeno cide th at was displayed o n  th e Mall in 201 3 a nd n o w  h asa  p e rma ne n t h o m e in a meadow o n the lodg ep ro perty. It’ s  awo rk in p rogress : box e s uponboxes ofbones — f as hion e d  fr om clay by  peopleall overt he wo r ld  — ar e s till a wa iti ng tr anspor t  to  themeadow .We joi ned t he  effortone morning, filling ou r back packs  wi th bonesand tre kking upa st eep mile.Wewer e not  pr e pared  for th e v a st, s ilen t  expanseo fwhi t e .Skulls. Rib s . Fem urs.Ver t ebrae.  Som e carefully arran g ed, others gat here d inlar g e pi le s. The bones s eem ed r eal, the  m eadow endle ss.

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Onour se cond d ay, wed r ov e  45 mi lesnor th on a w ind in g  statehi gh w ay, pa rt o fthe 93 -mileT rail o f the Mountain S pir
 company_to Silver_City. “I kind of_broke up_with_fine art_10_years ago,” said_Durrie, 38, who_runs Power & Light_Press, which uses_vintage_presses. Her company went viral in early 2017 with a simple canvas tote bag_in_support of_Planned_Parenthood._Sales exploded, and proceeds in_excess of $90,000 have gone_to the_organization, she said.

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For our anniversary getaway, we booked_a_room at Bear_Mountain Lodge, a 1928 Pueblo-style guesthouse at the edge_of the Gila National Forest that_was built as_a_school_for delinquents and is_now owned by a group of_artists. A quick drive from downtown,_nestled in high desert dotted with pinyon,_juniper and sage, the lodge offers_11 rooms and breakfast. During_our four-day_stay, we fed carrots to_the resident horses,_tracked the_moon above our_balcony and woke to the yipping_of coyotes.

On our_first morning, up before dawn, we_hiked_for two miles_on_Sunrise_Ridge, one_of three trails_on_the lodge_property._Afterward, we enjoyed a bountiful breakfast:_yogurt,_homemade granola, bacon and French toast. We_lingered over coffee, watching_hummingbirds_flit among several feeders_on the sunny portico.

Linda Brewer_and her partner, John Rohovec, are_Bear Mountain’s_majority owners._A potter who also owns a gallery in town, Brewer has_filled the lodge with art: in_the rooms and lobby,_on the_porticos_and throughout the_grounds_— even_the trails. The newest outdoor art here_is One_Million Bones, a powerful statement about_genocide that was displayed_on_the Mall in 2013 and now_has a permanent home in a_meadow on the lodge property._It’s_a_work in progress: boxes upon_boxes of bones — fashioned from_clay by people_all over the world — are still_awaiting_transport to the meadow. We joined_the_effort one morning, filling our backpacks_with_bones_and trekking up a steep_mile. We were not prepared for_the vast, silent expanse of white. Skulls. Ribs. Femurs._Vertebrae. Some carefully_arranged, others gathered in large_piles._The_bones seemed real, the meadow endless.

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On our second day, we_drove 45_miles north on_a winding state highway, part of the 93-mile Trail of_the Mountain Spir