Marie Dorion Found Her Husband Dead In The Snow — Then Crossed 250 Miles Of Frozen Wilderness With Her Two Children
That is enough.
That is, finally, where the story rests — not in the snow of the Blue Mountains, not in the canoe on the Columbia River, not in the burning church whose location is lost, but in the factual record of what she did and the recognition, however belated, that she deserved.
She did it.
The record says so.
And the record, however incomplete, is what we have.
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