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Our lives are complete. We have done something very few Hoosiers have done. On our way to visit my brother in Ohio, we made a side trip north of Richmond and climbed to the top of
Hoosier Hill, the highest point in Indiana. (Actually, "climbed" may be too strong a word. We "walked" thirty feet from the dirt road.)
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I recorded our accomplishment in the official logbook. Later that day we drove near the
Ohio highpoint, but we were running late and will save that adventure for another day.