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There are some Father's Days marked by barbecues, neckties, or crowded restaurants. Mine was marked by the sound of my boots on the trail and the solitude of an early morning in the Cascades. I arrived at the Granite Mountain trailhead at 5:45 a.m., early enough that the parking lot still felt sleepy. The sky was overcast and the clouds hung low over the Interstate 90 corridor. It looked like one of those mornings when the views might never materialize, but experience has tau