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It seemed like nuclear war zone. There wasn’t a tree in sight. The house I thought of as the “miracle” house stood on the hill solitary, alone, naked. I knew the trees around had been blackened by the Cold Springs Wildfire, but I didn’t expect them to be clear cut,…
Continue readingDuring the aftermath of the Cold Springs Wildfire from this past summer, I wrote about some friends who had lost their home, one of the first to burn down during the fire. What was particularly heartbreaking was they had just purchased their home the previous October, and had not even…
Continue readingA few days ago I wrote of how the natural world adjusts to the changing weather and prepares itself for winter. But with the change of seasons, the residents of this mountain town engage in their own personal autumn rites to prepare for the impending snow and wind. I was…
Continue readingThe vibrant pink color confronting me was overwhelming. Contrasted against the green tundra with snow capped mountains in the background, it felt like a scene straight of “The Sound of Music”. It was all I could do to keep myself from breaking out into “Climb Every Mountain…” Though this summer…
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