Finding The Trail

We circle as I point down at the trees.  There, I say, is the spot.  I see a creek and a patch of alder.  It is the first patch of alder beyond the bridge site. The opening I saw on the aerial photos back in the Forest Service office, the place on the map where…

Walking The Whitechuck

Dents are what we look for, slight indentations in the ground, places where railroad ties might have once laid on the ground.  There are three of us, Gretchen and Chuck and myself.   We’ve turned back once after discovering snow on the road, and realized the truck we have will never make the steep grade to…