Greeting the Familiar

As I climbed three, four, five thousand feet in elevation, the new plants that grew up around me were long-lost friends I haven’t seen since last summer. This past weekend I took a long hike in the North Cascade Mountains on a trail I’d done three times before and I was reminded how there is …

For Everything There is a Season (or Two)

On Fourth of July weekend I’m at 6,100 feet in the North Cascades Mountains. And I’ve walked back into winter. In retrospect, I knew enough that I shouldn’t have been surprised by the extent of the snowfield I encountered. I was working as a park ranger in these mountains, and have lived in landscapes and …