They rise quietly from the earth—tall, time-carved sentinels shaped by wind, water, and patience. They lean, they shift, they endure. Not in haste, never in spectacle, but in a slow and ancient rhythm. A dance measured not in years, but in centuries.Many who pass through call them Hoodoos. But that name only scratches the surface.For the Ktunaxa People, who have lived with and known
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