On the northern flank of Kobau Mountain, they flow into each other. Yesterday it was best to speak of them as one. Still are.
Harold Rhenisch
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Because Bunchgrass
This morning at Blind Creek. Now, that’s grass.
A Hungry Day
A bad day for flying, too. Ponderosa Pines on Turtle Ridge So, maybe you can still catch a bite, right? In the fall rye? You know, the vegetable field, past and future […]
The Oregon Trail Redux: a Canadian Version
Yesterday, I introduced you to the tragedy of Narcissa Whitman. Her story, as my next post will how, remains relevant today, not the least because how she suffered as a woman in […]
60 Waillatpu 1: Marcus and Narcissa Whitman’s Big Mistake
Imagine if you could ride a horse out of your country and arrive in Heaven. Hillsideon the Kooskooskie River The land is written with stories, in stone, water and animals, across some […]
Nature is Dying, But We Can Fix That
Yes we can. Here is a picture of 200 years of history. This is not a picture of nature. That’s the strangest thing. The lake is managed, not for its own needs […]
Need Water? Make Some. Need Land? Make Some of That, Too.
Just, like, you know, find a cliff and get rooted. This is an old railway cut, but a road cut will do fine. For this approach, it’s good to be below a […]
Which Way is Up
Let this be the year for ending human bias in thinking. We’re not going to be able to let the Earth join us as a person with an attitude like that. Besides, […]
Kicking the Colour Drug
The Earth is a spiritual place. I mean, it’s an energy. This energy draws matter to it. It takes shape. The Earth is a shape of this kind. All things on Earth […]
Happy New Year!
It is the year to become sagebrush! Let us have an end to fences this time around! Blessings, all you Cascadians out there!