The mother of waters. Though she hid for days behind a vaporous veil, upon the third day Rainier emerged for an instant above the Trail of Shadows, just as the westward sun was setting. An instant later, the window had closed and we were not to see her again until the morning. I dream of...
A belated “Happy New Year.” Should auld acquaintance be forgot, and never brought to mind? Should auld acquaintance be forgot, and auld lang syne? Illness has made me late in wishing you all the very best in 2013 and thanking you all for your support and friendship in 2012. It’s my great pleasure to know...
The Nisqually’s vast tongue of devastation. More from Rainier. The Pacific Northwest—being renowned for the regularity of its deluges during the rainy season—provides ample opportunity for the great bulwark of Rainier to turn rain into snow, and in so doing accumulate an ice-cap of daunting proportions. The spring melts are correspondingly massive. For proof, one...
Here is my previous post from Rainier. Rainier. We descended through clouds that rose from the lip of the Pacific as a portent of the tempest to come. We drove through twilight and storm and awoke to wet roads. We hiked through the very heart of the clouds we’d flown through the night before. If...
The dichotomy: comfort in a wild land. Life is a destructive pursuit—our position comes at the expense of so much. Yet so little of what we destroy is by our own hand. Seldom do we find ourselves behind the wrecking ball. Nowhere is this more true than in America. Opportunity—the payoff of so much destruction—abounds,...
