I have worked here since 2011 telling stories of the Earth as preparation for a history of the Intermontane Grasslands of Central Cascadia and the rainswept coast that keeps them windy and dry. Now I am presenting this history, step by step, as I have learned it, often from the land itself. The history of this region includes the Canadian colonial space “The Okanagan Valley”, which lies over the land I live in above Canim Bay. The story stretches deep into the American West, into the US Civil War, the War of 1812, and the Louisiana Purchase, as well into the history of the Columbia District of the Hudson’s Bay Company. In all, the story spans the Chilcotin and Columbia volcanic plateaus and the basins that surround them. In this vast watershed lie homelands as old as 13,200 years (Sequim) and 16,200 years (Salmon River.) That’s how far we are walking together here, who are all the land speaking.
Okanagan Okanogan 
Nice idea 🙂
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Makes better chamomile tea than chamomile, as you probably know.
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Those haven’t appeared here yet.
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Can’t be long! I’ve never known them to be shy.
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Clever title! I’m fond of that little wildflower, and cottonwood fluff? I love it! I welcome traffic jams these days because I can just sit there, mesmerized, watching the cottonwood seeds catch every invisible current, flying this way and that, completely unpredictable. Every bit as relaxing as an aquarium…if not more. The vagaries of small air currents, revealed. And then when it piles up, like you show here – how wonderful! There are deep drifts at the sidewalk curbs sometimes. And one year we watched little ducklings run across lily pads and catch cottonwood fluff, to eat the seeds.
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You have better cottonwood stories than I do! Thanks for sharing. I wish I had seen those ducklings. >
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