It’s the middle of March, but at our little cabin a mile and a half east of Stevens Pass in the Cascades snow is still falling. When I got here the other day, the trees held a slim margin of snow on their boughs. Overnight their branches became heavy with vast epaulettes of snow. It’s […]
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My friend Rick looked at me funny when I announced that my bread needed some attention. We were after all waist deep in alpine fir branches on the slope below the cabin, cutting 50-pound rounds from trees we’d felled the day before. I was cutting. He was doing the heavy lifting. The sharp smell of […] Sunlight dances among soft treetops of alpine fir, lifting a light morning mist to reveal Lichtenberg Mountain in all its glory. Even in August a smattering of snow still clings to its craggy crevices. In a final standoff with the clouds, the sun retreats to shade the mountain for a moment, and then bursts out […] |
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