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The trail narrowed as Cully navigated over decaying tree roots. Wind rustled through alder and hemlock branches overhead. High above her, snow-capped mountains stood sentinel. Cully hiked alone and reached behind her to pat the side pockets holding the bear spray canisters, one secured on each side, their safety clips already off. She and her daughter Ali had often run into bears, had a few encounters with moose, and two young wolves once circled them. They’d always survived, until ten…