Devouring life, one bite at a time
It was rainy on my last day in Washington last week and I found myself in Olympic National Park, Hurricane Ridge to be specific. I didn’t mind at all that our view was obstructed. When you are at your final destination on a trip, one …
On the morning we left Yakima Valley, our family finally got together for a group picture, and also to show off some pumpkin carving artistry, namely from my dad. It’s been years since we carved pumpkins together, so I was pretty happy that we got …
After cruising along the Columbia River Gorge and heading into Washington state on our way to my aunt and uncle’s house, a mysterious mountain loomed ahead.
Actually, we had to exit and drive a ways first, but then we saw it … Mount Saint Helens, the stuff from geology class made of legends from the 80s.
It’s been over 30 years, and the treeline is still barely starting to recover from the famous volcanic blast.
Here you can see the once snow-capped mountain that blew its top in a nine hour stew of gases and ash. Well, the build up to it lasted much longer, as you can imagine.
Eight foot diameter trees were snapped off their roots and the sound barrier was smothered for 30 miles around. My uncle remembers his apple farm getting covered in ash over 100 miles away, and a visitor from Ohio told me that ash snowed into her pool from that fateful day.
That’s one mountain I think I’ll skip climbing.
I went to the coast earlier this week and finally saw the thing I’ve heard so many talk about. Do you ever think you know something because you hear it so much until you actually see it for yourself and realize you had no …
The daffodils are here, making it officially spring in Bodega! Here’s to longer days and more sunshine.