Here under Cipak, the sacred mountain of the Similkameen, the maiden wearing her wedding veil at this time of year and the eastern toe of the Cascades, lies a grassland without weeds, […]
The Last Great Grassland
A Damselfly in the Wilderness
I live in Oregon Territory. My part is owned by the Government of Canada now, but it started here, in the musings of an American in his last hours. His name was […]
