Fire

The plume rises before us.  White and billowy.  We watch from across the valley. Then walk back to our camp by the lake.  The beautiful alpine lake snug against steep cliffs – where remnants of snow cling to rocks on the far side.  It is the place we picked so as to monitor the fire’s…

Hard to Beat a Sunny Day

It’s hard to beat a sunny day there at the river’s edge. Like the day  we run upstream with inner tubes, scrambling over rocks and logs  as the dog chases and barks. It’s all easy then – this living. Terrific,  people say when they come and see the mountain and  water and  sand and the small…

Bears

A girl picked berries in a meadow. We could see her off in the distance as we stood on our ridge. The hills of heaven, we thought, and other such things, as she moved slowly through the green. In another place we walked along a river. Cottonwoods grew wide and tall and spread branches across grassy fields.  We thought to…