Three Steps and Two Blinks of an Eye

The cottonwoods stand out now,  making the difference between the light green of the alder and billowy yellow of the cottonwood leaves obvious. We see this now as we scramble up the mossy rocks that lead to the bluffs overlooking the Stillaguamish River valley. I hold tight to my son’s hand, tell him to stay…

I Know This Place

We have a painting on our wall of a nearby lake.   Miners once lived there.  They built their houses into the cliffs above the lake and dug deep into the mountain looking for silver and gold. They built stores and hotels, bridges and roads.  Now it is wilderness and the lake is popular with backpackers…