Today, it rained on the top of the world. I was there, walking on the slushy ice covetered sidewalks. An iron statue of a ram greeted us with information of its trek along the mountains and its tie to the tiny town of Radium Hotsprings.
In the visitor centre, I found a wall of the history of the native people of the lands.
It was a reminder. A reminder that just because they deem you a criminal today does not mean you will not be considered an hero tomorrow.
If history tells us anything, it tells us of the governments
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